Tally-ho,Colonials. Not a single one of you showed up to any recent party at the Shelter so I thought I'd ask what's happened to you lot and eventually come visit for some nuckles to your heads as a reminder. Like, all fine at your place or you need something?
You sure need me. Can't have you have fun without me or whatever the situation is you're stuck with this time. Get my Nyx ready and find me a nice uniform, one with a skirt or so. Or I'll just cut off the legs on it, works too I'd say.
In case you've lost record of me, name's Mirja Korjenic. Been flying with the 44th years ago before those Royals landed in the area. Got shot down before the final strike came in, drifted apart and was left for death. Was a dense situation, not going to blame you. My Nyx gone a long way, passed a few systems even. Not sure how. In any way, Anna found me. Undergone some medical care since and been working as DJane at the Bomb Shelter here on 'Hattan. I'll keep to that from time to time, it's a nice distraction. You'll sure not want the OIAgetting mad at you guys for not having me attend the events. Actually through them I've heard you lot are not extinct yet. Thought the Royals kicked your backs into oblivion and went on with my life.
Nice we agree on that. Ready up my Nyx, Harlequin is coming back. Now get it going, you lazy bastards.