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located in Flight Deck, a part of Echo Legacy: Burdens of Honor, one of the many universes on RPG.

Flight Deck

TBA

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Character Portrait: Mackenzie "Blades" Hawkins
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Ducking down and gingerly swinging her body through the hatch combing that led into the pilot's racks, she pulled back the curtain and did her best not to completely collapse into the bed even though it was clear that the trip had exhausted her, just walking and riding in an elevating. Being knocked back thirty feet by a suicide bomber tended to have that effect on most people, she guessed.

"Home sweet home," she said, slowly lifting her booted leg up. A few pictures were stuck into the corners around the mirror, one of a much younger Mackenzie and a few others near the same age, all somewhere around eleven or twelve. Not long before SAPS would have sent her to the Station for officer training. Other than that, her area was fairly spartan. One had to be reminded that she'd barely had time to settle in to the Atlas. Unlike so many others, this place hadn't been her home from months or years.

"While you're here," she said, pointing to an upper rack on the opposite wall, "reach into that rack and get another one of those bars. He thinks I don't know about his stash." The rack of course, had the same sticker label as the fighter. Lt. Com. A. Morrow.

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