Eventually, Luca emerged with his HHG concealed under his coat as well as he could, his trusty Styrling Shot-Twelve over his back, his M'Cel grenade launcher under the other side of his coat, and an ODM 10mm pistol just in case, and a very strange device running up his right arm. It'd been hiding in his weapon rack, left by Seiren with a note to: 'Give it a test run'.
"Uriel, I think this has become both a bonding exercise, a shakedown and a beta test for this new piece of equipment," He shrugged happily, "Plus, you're learning about other cultures through 'practical' means," He then looked over to Zeta before realizing that he'd forgotten about her question in the commotion of Daxle's self-inflicted poisoning, "Zeta, I think that'd be a poor idea. One of them might recognise me and attempt to cap me there and then. We can work through nobodies and intermediaries to get it done though."
He then made a correction, "See if you can get Beta and Company to help you out on that, we can go now if you want."
He headed down to the Cargo bay and spotted Vincent and Echelon, "Hey Vince how're you - Oh," He spotted Echelon in her new body, "Heya Ech, looking good."
"Thank you, Pavone-Fleshbag," Echelon dryly commented as she made some rudimentary movements, satisfied with the arc of motion she could achieve.
"Vincent, have you got some spare time on your hands? Uriel and I are going to break some knees and I'd be troubled if you didn't come along," He had a wide smile on his face, genuinely pleased that he could talk to Vincent again, "You've been out of it for too long."
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He then tapped the side of his head and made a ship-wide announcement, "Change of plans team, we're going to make this plan one very fell and sudden swoop. We're going to start and end this in an evening in the interest of moving the plot along."
"What plot?" John replied over the same announcement channel, "We're not a bunch of characters played by people who sit in front of their computers all day daydreaming of what they could be!"
Luca just remained silent for a moment and replied with a hint of unseen wisdom somewhere in his voice, "Maybe we are, maybe we're not, but at least we're doing something with ourselves - that's the important part."
"Besides," Luca checked that he had his guns intact alongside his prototype Grapple Stunner, and his fists, "Its going to look awesome on the channel four news, or to whoever's reading. Everyone grab your biggest guns, and prepare to make some fireworks."
John couldn't help but grumble about his employer's train of thought carrying weird materials.
"Remain in radio contact, and don't be afraid to speak your mind, or bust some heads."