<strong>Character:</strong>Alexia Maria Esper<br/><strong>Date:</strong>PA 10?, 8 Months after the end of the Tolkeen War<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Company HQ, Vehicle & Power Armor Hangar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>None, Open if someone wishes to visit<br/><br/>In the back of the hangar, practically hidden away, was the "Major" Alex Esper, a slightly older woman who clearly had seen her fair share of soldier's work, or mercenaries as it would technically be nowadays.  Not that she was all buddy-buddy like some of the other mercs of the company; being "green" to them didn't help (which ground her nerves something fierce; she was about as green as her own eyes were, and they were GREY!), and then you had to factor in her weapons... her SAMAS... her Coalition States Special Forces Officer's Dress Uniform... didn't exactly make her a whole lot of friends 'round these part, least not easily anyhow...<br/><br/>So here she sat before her SAMAS, dressed in her solid white Triax T-11 Enhanced EBA with the helmet off, her short hair hanging down the sides of her face, around the sides of her glasses that she wore out of old habit (and she did like the look).  She was reloading the heavy ammo drum for her system's railgun, having spent some time earlier doing some training in the field, preparing it for the next mission.  She needed to have it ready, since there was bound to be a job, bound to be SOMETHING to do... and because - while she didn't suspect the Coalition was<em>actually</em>looking for her since she tried VERY hard to make it look like she was KIA - there was always the chance her 'Friends-turned-Foes' would be coming out to find her, and she'd have to be ready to whip their sorry bitch asses back to Lone Star where they likely came from!<br/><br/>She sighed, putting the last round into the 85.5kg heavy drum, and was able to lift the drum up and onto her SAMAS like it was nothing, in part thanks to the armor, but in general she could lift it easily enough without it.  Once it was secured, the dark-skinned Alex let out a sigh, her 'work' for now done - wasn't like she had all that much to do, since they didn't give her 'grunt' work and she wasn't respected enough to get 'real' work on the base yet - and decided to just plop her ass down in front of her SAMAS, back against it's highly sturdy leg, and slid a cigarette and an MDC Zippo out of her armor, lighting it up and taking a good, long draw, to help steady her nerves just a bit.  Might as well double check her CP-30 sidearm now, again, so she went to work disassembling the pulse laser pistol, so she could reassemble it again... then disassemble it...<br/><br/>Damn, she was bored... wish someone would talk to the dark-skinned, grey-eyed, black-haired old-Spec-Ops solder...