Character Sketch #3, #4

Brad was...not what I wanted...but whatever.


Tucked away into the corner, a pair sat quietly pouring themselves over a computer. Long red hair clung to the bluish mechanic's overalls of the one on the left, the overalls rather tight against the body, revealing subtle curves and a slightly petite figure, only barely masked by the slack clothing. On the right, short blonde hair clung tightly to the pale head of the other figure who appeared to be arguing vehemenantly with the red headed girl. In front of them, a computer appeared to be rapidly processing massive amounts of data. Information from flight pattens and other such technical things, perhaps fuel consumption or even encrypted data that was being siphoned from the enemies messages and transmissions. To the untrained eye, it was as it appeared to me, nothng more than 1's and 0's flying across the screen in an unintelligible blur.
"Look, I don't see what you're getting but it's obviou-" chimed the perky voice of the red headed girl, her slender finger emerging from the right sleeve of her overalls, obviously a little too large for her despite its appearance. A tiny finger with yellow finger paint tapping against the screen as a specific pattern of the binary code emerged. However, she was interrupted immidiately as the blonde boy reached up and pushed her hand to the side and gestured to a slightly different pattern,
"No, I'd think you'd notice the message is obviously data meant to be unencrypted. See? That's the same pattern they use in every tansmision. Why don't you see it? You usually show me!"
"That's just not it." The red head frowned, turning towards the boy and away from the screen.
She was remarkably pretty for your average number crunching computer whiz at the tech stations. Although, considering Ava was the only female technological associate, it wasn't hard to be pretty when compared to nothing. Still, she wasn't exactly an eyesore. Resembling something more akin to average, she lacked many defining features and beauty marks. In fact, she had an almost boyish face, as if puberty had never turned the face into a man. Still, she had a certain charm behind her smile which kept her a bit ahead of her peers. On top of that, she knew her stuff, so she wasn't some floosy sleeping her way to a better pay check.
Beside her was the ever intriguing James Hondan, her current partner at the base. A computer whiz and genius by nearly all standards, he had been working with these systems since they came out. In fact, there were substantial rumors that he invented the system that was used within the mechs that had kept our tiny faction afloat in the war. With no backing from money or superior numbers, we ran on skill, salvaged parts, and a great amount of ingenuity.
James was admittedly dedicated to computers and found them to be his favorite thing. He would have been a programmer whether there was a war or not.
Ava on the other hand had always wanted to grow up and be a teacher. An intense interest in biology and human anatomy, she considered joining the force as a doctor. However, on her first 'field test', a little simulation program which had also been created by James, she passed out at the first sign of intense trauma injury. She was a hemophobic and thus had no future in the medical career. Still, she often passed her leasure hours reading books on both anatomy and biology.