YSS Kaiyō II
Power Armor Bay
After the briefing in the war room had ended, the collective group had split off to go to their designated spots, with most of the group headed down to the power armor bay. Nora had chosen to linger while a good bit of the group shuffled out of the room and towards the bay before she joined along with them, traveling with the stranglers at the back of the group. She didn't feel like risking a possible encounter with some of the more energetic of the group which tended to be readily at the front of the pack, pushing ahead with all the energy of an excited youngling. Such energy had been in short supply for the daur ever since that day she had found out she was under suspicion of treason and that her country had been shut down due to terrorist threats. Her family had been taken into custody as a result of this, and even two months later, she still had no word about their condition.
The thought almost seemed to physically weigh on the daur, her movements slow, her shoulders sagged, her large, poofy tail gently brushing the ground as she made her way into the power armor bay. Her blue eyes scanned the rows of mindys, occasionally stopping on the form of a neko as they slipped into their mindy with ease as if the machine were a second skin. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, the daur hustled herself over to the gleaming mindy that rested on the rack under her designated number spot. With a half smile, she tilted her head as her hand traced over the rims of the delicately carved machine, the noises of the power armor bay fading to fuzz in the background as she took a moment to familiarize herself with the extraordinary piece of equipment yet again. For a moment she just stood there, silently appreciating the sculpted form of her mindy suit while she internally packed away here personal worries. She had a mission to do and she needed to do it well, the outcome of this delicate situation very well may hinge directly on each and every person on this ship functioning at their best.
She worked quickly to strip out of her uniform, leaving the pale-skinned daur in her regal blue undergarments, the sports bra, in particular, having the words STAR ARMY emblazoned over the chest. Grabbing onto the shoulders on the mindy, the daur carefully pulled herself up and slipped feet first into the open cavity in the back of the mindy. It took a bit of wiggling as a cold, forming gel-like substance on the inner side of the miny adjusted to allow her passage before firming around her figure once more, almost as if the suit were becoming an extension of her own body. After taking a good 5 minutes to remember how she needed to work herself and her giant, problematic tail into her mindy, she would finally active the suit. As quick as she could while still making sure she grasped the important steps and rules, the daur read up on the PoW policies before decoupling from the rack that had held her mindy securely in place.