<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Staff Sergeant<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Covert ops/Sniper<br/><br/><br/>The thud of the Air lock closing behind her solidified the realization for Max that she was not likely in for a fun ride.  The young petty officer that had met her transport at the airlock seemed less than interested in her situation or her status on board the ship.  He simply confirmed her name and rank and said 'follow me'.  Looking at the interior of the HMS Kidd, Max seemed somewhat relieved she hadn't joined the navy.  Drab grey walls and steel everywhere seemed little comfort to the day to day needs.  And the idea of living mere inches from a vacuum that that could kill you in an instant was little comfort to her.  She walked the corridors quietly following the young navy kid in his solid dark grey outfit, fitted with rank applets on his collars and everything.<br/><br/>Max must have seemed less civilized to him, her wild black hair and dirty uniforms.  Few to no chances of cleaning up when you're being extracted under fire from deep inside enemy territory only to watch your fellow team members torn down as they ran for the transports or blown to pieces by plasma rockets as they lifted off into the air.  Only Max and Sergeant Allaire had escaped out of eight members of her team and Allaire would be laid up for months on a hospital ship having reconstructive surgery from plasma burns and physical therapy from spinal injuries.<br/><br/>Max's orders had been received enroute, rendezvous with HMS Kidd and hook up with 206th Mobile Infantry until new unit reassignment is possible.<em>Mobile Infantry</em>Max screamed in her head when she had seen it.  She realized her time behind enemy lines had cut her off from solid intel of the massive mobilization, but things must have become desperate she though if they needed her to fill in holes in Mobile Infantry.<br/><br/>The young petty officer lead her to a door in the endless grey bulkhead.<strong>"This is your berthing area until we are able to sort out all of the mobile units onboard.  Your unit is here.  They can point you to your Commander."</strong>With that, he gave Max a short smile and turned back down the passageway.  Checking herself quickly, she turned the large metal handle, causing the door to open with a screech.  She stepped into the makeshift berthing area taking in every minute detail while she waited for someone in authority to notice her.