M A D I S O N C O L E
Service médical, état-major des opérations du CN, nouvel ancrage
C'est quoi, ça?
Les yeux ont explosé avec un sens de deja-vu qui ne se sentait pas très bien. Le plafond blanc et les sons de l'équipement médical ont été remplacés par un silence noirci, à l'exception du bruit d'une explosion à proximité. Madison savait instantanément que quelque chose n'allait pas, surtout quand elle a entendu le personnel dehors éclater instantanément dans une panique. La seule raison pour laquelle elle était encore dans le service était que l'équipe faisait apparemment encore un test, en s'assurant qu'elle était prête à être rebranchée dans un NC. Mis à part que la fille devait être libérée à tout moment maintenant.
Il s'avère juste que "maintenant" était peut-être le meilleur moment pour signer officiellement hors de l'hôpital.
Madison sauta du lit et se précipita vers le couloir, ses pieds nus frappant le sol brillant dur et essayant de gagner en traction. Elle regarda que divers membres du personnel sprintaient devant l'entrée et descendaient vers sa droite. La pensée ingénieuse lui est venue dans l'esprit que ces gens savaient ce qu'ils faisaient et de les suivre était la meilleure option. Avec son bras droit, Madison s'empare du jambage de la porte et balançait son corps autour du coin afin de préserver le mouvement qu'elle générait.
*Thump!*
"Ergh—" La poitrine et le visage entiers de Madison ont claqué dans le mur, sa main toujours saisir le coin. Elle a jeté un coup d'œil sur son nez dur pressé et a vu que son bras bionique avait refusé de libérer sa poignée de fer, ce qui indique clairement qu'elle était encore habituée à son nouveau membre. La jeune fille s'est emparée, s'est retirée du mur et s'est mise à tirer contre l'ancre. "Allez! Espèce d'imbécile!" Madison s'est disputé, "Stupide, stupide, STU... Oh merde!"
La main s'est relâchée, obéissant finalement au commandement de son maître, mais pas avant de l'envoyer voler en arrière et dans un chariot de service. On pouvait entendre le bruit et le bruit du contenu s'écraser autour d'elle pendant qu'elle atterrissait, mais il n'y avait pas de temps pour s'inquiéter du désordre. Madison a simplement regardé vers le haut et a vu la foule de gens gagner de la distance sur elle. Elle s'élança de la manière la plus peu conventionnelle et la plus peu flatteuse possible et commença à jogger dans la direction générale des autres. Elle a dû rattraper, elle ne voulait pas être laissée derrière.
*Thwack, Thwack, Thwack... *
Le sang coulait dans l'air alors que les coureurs passaient par une intersection, leur corps devenait instantanément boiteux et s'écroulait comme des rag-dolls. Madison a dérapé et son visage s'est figé dans l'horreur. Elle savait instantanément que si son bras n'avait pas joué, si elle n'avait pas atterri sur le chariot, elle aurait été l'une de ces pauvres âmes. C'était un vrai moment de portes coulissantes où les secondes faisaient la différence entre sa vie et sa mort. Elle a dû sortir de là, elle a dû aller dans la direction opposée.
Madison a fait face et a décollé du sol, initiant un nouveau sprint dans la direction inverse vers laquelle elle se déplaçait au départ. Madison tourna le coin, et un autre ; la peur avait pris le dessus. Elle pouvait sentir les yeux s'arroser, elle ne voulait pas mourir. Pas ici... pas maintenant, et puis elle a trébuché. Madison a trébuché sur quelque chose dans l'obscurité quand elle est tombée sur une petite figure corporelle.
"Ow!"
L'élan a été étouffé à la fois par l'impact, ainsi que la figure elle-même. Il ne leur a pas fallu longtemps pour se brouiller, bien qu'étant debout, ils n'étaient pas particulièrement grands. Les couloirs étaient encore sombres, mais apparemment pas assez sombres pour nuire à leur vision. Peut-être y avaient-ils été assez longtemps pour s'adapter.
"Madison?" calme, mais la question chuchotée pouvait encore être entendue. "C'est Vera, oh mon dieu, ça va?"
"Ruski!!!!" Madison a attrapé Vera et lui a donné un câlin massif avant de se tenir debout. Elle était soulagée de voir que quelqu'un qu'elle connaissait était encore en vie et bien, mais une question importante était à son esprit. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici!"
-- Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?
Avant qu'elle n'ait eu l'occasion de répondre à un autre coup de feu a été entendu, interrompant la réponse de Vera. Madison a saisi le bras de la jeune fille et l'a tirée à ses pieds.
"Il faut qu'on y aille!" elle a enseigné, parlant comme un adulte pour le temps rare de sa vie.
Art by  Ｔ Ａ Ｈ Ｌ Ｉ Ａ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ Ｓ 


"That is the difference between you and me... Red Star doesn't flow in your veins."
 C A L L S I G NSpyder

 N C O R I G I NRed Star

 D - O - BJanuary 26th, 2650 (27)

 G E N D E RFemale

 A P P E A R A N C ETahlia is a healthy blend of both Asian and Australian, a result of Red Star's expansion into the southern continent. Her eyes are slim and direct with a dark brown iris, a trait familiar to the people from the far east; while her sandy, brown hair and pale white skin resembles a more Australian/European look. The Australian has an average height of about 5" 8' and a slim, yet defined build that can fool people into believing that she not a force to be reckoned with.
The former soldier usually dresses in a way that can give off the vibe that she is still loyal to the fierce Red Star Corporation. A set of tan cargo pants complete with a set of white sneakers for comfort; a loose fitting, white tee-shirt; and a hooded jacket that is coloured in a deep dirty brown with no particular markings except for the large black and red star that positioned across the back itself and the smaller badge stitched into the front (can't help that the best piece of clothing she was ever given for cold climates was issued out by Red Star themselves).
Around her left wrist are a variety of bands and beaded bracelets that she makes while sitting on watch. She has a tattoo of the southern cross on her right wrist, a mark that shows how she views herself as more of an Australian than Asian.
 P E R S O N A L I T YTahlia can come across as both an aggressive and abrupt individual, especially when it comes to her body language and outback Australian tact. Not swearing isn't an option, smoking is pretty much a given birth right, but she will obey commands from anyone with authority.
Amidst all this Tahlia will try her best to help and support her fellow comrades, even if her efforts don't always come across with the best results. She likes the peace and quiet as it reminds her of her hometown and allows her plenty of time to tactically plan her next set move. She is smart, she has a dark history, and only reveals parts of her former life to those that she truly trusts.
 S K I L L S E TFormer Commander - Tahlia was once the commander of a small Red Star force. This rank has changed the woman into someone that is able to express off authority and status. Many of the local pilots can vouch for this when she forcefully punished a crew member for stepping out of line.
Perceptive - Tahlia is analytical, cautious, and an observer by her very nature. Years of standing guard over her hometown while picking off targets from over 20 kilometres away allowed her to learn that combat should be avoided at all costs. Eliminate the target before they have a chance to break through your fortifications.
Backseat Fighter -  This trait is both her strong point and her weakness as she does not have the best skills when it comes to close, melee style combat. Instead she will tend to used her team of pilots as guardsmen so that she can stay out of the thick of battle and inflict maximum damage. Enemy Pilots may see her 'running away' from a fight, believing her to be a coward, but with every few metres that she gains, the more dangerous she becomes.
Jill of most Trades - Some of Tahlia's less noticeable skills include her understanding of firearms, basic mechanical and engineering knowledge, drinking, and poker. Alone they aren't anything special, but together it's what makes her unique.
 B A C K S T O R YTahlia was the daughter of a renown Red Star engineer and grew up in the remote region of Broken Hill, an old mining town that once funded and contributed to the growth of the Red Star Corporation. From a young age she was inducted into the the NC program and by her late teens she was operating on the battlefield as an NC pilot. Due to her skills, her position within the corporation and a series of events, Tahlia ended up moving up to the rank of Commander and was awarded the menacing death machine known as the AFW-Mk.8.
With Tahlia's new position and her powerful NC she was instructed not to make contact with any outsiders that wished to know more about her or her division, in turn the Corporation would not publish her post mission debriefings within any of it's public archives. The popularity of Tahlia Styles flared up when her team managed to force a retreat on a small army of NC Raiders that were looking plunder Broken Hill for it's valuable mineral resources. It was a David and Goliath battle, a fight that she barely won and the only known record of her military service that was released to the world.
Eventually things started to change when supplies and funding began to dry up. Red Star wasn't using the town's resources any more and rather than support it's locals, they pulled the plug, letting the colony eventually collapse in on itself to form a Ghost Town. Tahlia was one of the last residents to leave. She wanted to protect everyone for as long as possible but when it came apparent that all she was protecting were old heritage buildings, she made the choice to move on.
Eventually she found herself signing up to New Anchorage and has been there for several weeks.
 T H E M E C H


The AFW-Mk.8 (also known as Spyder) is a unique, prototype combination of Bipedal and Quadpedal technology. Most individuals will witness the machine in its standard Bipedal design, with only the rare few getting the opportunity to watch it convert into its Quadpedal setup. By converting to quad mode the back mounted weapon can then be allowed to realign and transform the entire NC into a mobile artillery.
Most of the NC is covered in a black and dark brown colour with a half scratched off Star design from the Red Star Corporation. It is trimmed with red highlights and covered in a variety of battle wounds from decades of service. The interior is a sleek design with keys and warning labels written in a mixture of Japanese and English, along with a screen that provides a wide viewing angle to the outside world 
Transformation - The shift from Bipedal Mode to Artillery mode can be achieved when the NC lurches down and converts its arms into a set of front legs. By doing it's stability is greatly increased tenfold when compared to many of the standard Bipedal NCs in the battlefield.
Meteor Ordinance Cannon (M.O.C.) - This torso mounted, tri-barral weapon is the AFW-Mk.8's primary weapon of choice and uses Mag-Rail technology in order to fire its projectile. Each shell is a unique mixture of both cluster bomb design and napalm, meaning that by the time the projectile reaches the intended target, they are faced with a wall of fire and shrapnel. The M.O.C. range is limited to line of sight so higher ground is an advantage to the operator, but also requires a huge supply of energy. Rapid succession of firing will deplet the operational energy capacity to a point where the NC will hard shut down until the reboot sequence can be completed.
Dual Gatling Guns - During Bipedal mode, these fist mounted Gatling guns can be used to easily take out any smaller targets that are within it's range. When the NC converts to Artillery Mode the guns are unfortunately folded up into the NC's arms, meaning that it sacrifices this armament in order to equip it's Meteor Ordinance Cannon
Twin MIRV Launchers - Upon the AFW Mk.8's shoulders are a set of twin pods, each with 25 individual ports that contain a collection of Radar Guided MIRV missile. These fast firing missiles can be used in quick succession for any medium range targets, but have the unfortunate trait of overshooting their targets when fired too close. The MIRV Launchers can be used in either Bipedal or Quad mode.
Trakdar - Trakdar is a speciality built Long Range Scanner and Surveillance Bot system that utilises a 3D mapping technology in order to give a detailed view of the environment around the NC. This map is additionally enhanced by a drone bot that can be launched from the AFW-Mk.8 in order to give details on areas that can't be fully scanned by the NC itself. Each target that is discovered is painted with a marking which allows proper calculations to be make for the Meteor Ordinance Cannon.
 R E L A T I O N SOakley James Styles - Oakley is Tahlia's only son. She rarely talks about him and the records displayed on Red Star's databases all indicate that any further information is currently Classified.