She looks to her left as the drop ship doors open. Some pilots are waved out while others are ordered to remain there for a moment. She flips the page and resumes reading while she waits. On the opposite page is a drawing of a female pilot without a helmet. She carries what looks like a B3 Wingman in her right hand.
Met with the new Pilot today, and learned a few things. First, I was wrong in my assumption that she was a man, turns out, she's a woman. And, according to some uncalled for comments from my Corporal, a beautiful one at that. I expected her to just come in to let us know what the protocol for serving under her would be, but I was wrong about that too. The first thing she did was offer out her hand to me, then she told us to sit dow and asked for some of our more personal details.
Needless to say, we were caught off guard, big time. After our initial moment of shock, I was able to introduce myself and the rest of my squad. Poor ol' Johnson couldn't keep his eyes off her, and stammered like an idiot everytime she addresed him. This Pilot is so different from any other Pilot I've seen. She got to know us, swapped stories with us, and even shared drinks of our miserable excuses for refreshments for close to three hours before she said she had to attend to other matters. As if that experience hadn't been sureal enough for us, she left by smiling and saying she was honored to work with us. She even gave us her name. Samantha Arnolds.
This is easily one of the strangest days of my life, but at the same time, it's easily one of the best. I've never been proud to serve in the IMC before, even in boot camp I had a general idea that I wasn't going to be with the good guys in most of the battles I participated in. But Arnolds has changed that. For the first time, I feel like I'm giong to be doing good by going out into the Frontier. There's an old saying that goes; "Out with the old, in with the new."
I don't think anyone could find a more fitting quote.
- Price