TitoLemming

Pilots name: Lt. Star Lynde Pilots affiliation: Terran Republic Physical appearance: to follow Personality: hotheaded and temperamental with superiororaty complex She's borderline psychotic. Some people question her admission to the TR-MSC but certain higherups want to keep here there for reasons that are "classified" Mobile suit: TRX-1001-Darkstar Type:  Terran Republic Prototype MS Height: 17.96M Weight: 74tons Weaponry:   2 head mounted 60mm CIWS 2 hip mounted combat Daggers (only accessible if the SMG holsters are purged) 2 arm mounted beam sabers 2 Hip mounted Beam SMG 2 shoulder mounted missile pods (16 missiles p

The rest of the day passed in its usual mundane blur with nothing eventful worth remembering. She rode the bus home getting off a stop early to buy groceries since it was Friday and she had gotten paid, the pay stub in her purse that she had gotten sometime that day proving that fact. She took a cab home not wanting to carry the bags the 6 blocks back to her place. She kicked the door shut as she set the bags down and flexed her arms to work out the ache from carrying them up the stairs. She picked up the phone and dialled the number for Wong's dim sum as she started putting away her groceries. "Hello... Yes I'd like the number four special

Cassandra sat in her desk staring at her now bandaged finger running through her head the events of the morning. First her strange dream then the man in the café and then what had happened with Mr. Orentava. Nothing made sense; people just didn't have that much effect on people and why was his secretary so scared then suddenly so happy? That was the confusing part, why would she over react like that over a paper cut? "Cassandra… Cassandra…" "Huh?" the sound of someone calling her name pulled her out of her thoughts "oh sorry Tyson what where you saying?" Tyson Hunt say down on the corner of Cassandra's desk "are you ok you

Cassandra awoke with a start her eyes snapping wide her whole body in a cold sweat. She sat up her breathing rapid, her heart pounding in her chest clutching her blankets in her fists as she hugged then close. It was only a dream she told herself as she tried slowing her breathing.  It was only a dream. It felt like she had been running, but running from something or towards it? Red, what was red? The more she tried to remember it the faster it slipped away until she could only remember that she had that same nightmare again. It was starting to get frustrating she had had that particular one for as long as she could remember, but when she