They had planned and prepared for this assault in advance. They had separate parts for most of the mission, but would both accomplish their ends of the objective, she was sure, unless an unidentified obstacle stepped in their way. And really, what were the chances of that happening? Aside from her recent encounter with California, she usually had ( Read more... )

Lizzy sat leaning forward in a simple wooden chair, her long braid draped down the front of her armor. She'd left the helmet on the table once she was sure it was going to be a while before California came to himself, but she had left his helmet on so that Sigma could continue to monitor his human companion. One mission had turned her life ( Read more... )

Look, I still say that if you had painted your suit pink-

NO.

But-

Silly, for the last time no! Massachusetts- also known as Freelancer Sky- thought back to the voice in her helmet, a look of annoyance on her face. I simply refuse to wear pink armor! It's a fine color, but I'm not going to wear it 24/7. I'd be laughed out of every job I was ( Read more... )