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Arrarn Leonidas looked up from the data pad he was reading, holding the mug of coffee in his opposite hand when the two shadows fell across his table. He still wore his ArmorPly uniform, the one inch thick single crimson line extending from his collar down the top of his shoulders signifying that he was a STRIKER DT pilot for a member of Mjolnir's Hand. He was finishing up the reports for the day that needed his signature and putting the final touches on the training schedule for the next week.
That was until he looked up into the stunning blue eyes of Toria Dellion and the striking dark brown orbs of Narice.
The REC center was relatively full with almost everyone situated in the main room and watching the very close championship game of Triad Squares on the Netnews. The broadcast was from Apo Prime.
"Can we sit down?" Toria asked softly.
