It had been a long, at least to her, trip. The journey to outreach after the dissolution of the November Novas was painful to her. She had journeyed home first to report to her father the death of his longtime friend and leader of the Novas. He took the news about as badly as Armina had expected, and demanded she return to the service of Marik. That unfortunately was something she couldn't bring herself to do, at least not yet. She had tried her luck looking for a mercenary unit on New olympia that needed someone and would take her on, but that hadn't happened, and after a month her credits were running low. Father had decided that if Armina was going to defy his wishes she could survive on her own as well, and so she was allowed to stay at the family residence, but recieved no other assistance. Storage and maintenence of her Mech had been draining her purse and with just enough left, she made off for Outreach. If she couldn't find a unit to join there, well then she wasn't cut out for the mercenary life.<br/><br/>Armina waited impatiently for the doors to slide open which they did after a several second delay. The hall into which she stepped was full of others like her, and people looking for mechwarriors like her. She adjusted the Novas uniform she wore, a dark green jacket and matching pants with the Nova's emblem on the left sleeve. Over her breast pocket, her name, Farkas, was stitched into the jacket. Warily she looked around the room at the negotiations and boasting and other talk that went on, it was all a little intimidating to her.<br/><br/>Armina took a deep breath,<em>'Don't leap at the first offer you get, they need you more than you need them.'</em>she told herself. Steeling herself, Armina pushed her way into the crowd.