Meat Packing Room
"Fuck, my, life. Any engineer worth their salt would know disabling an elevator would trigger an alarm." Helen mumbled while listening to the laser based comm-relay as she slipped her SMG back into the holster on the thigh of her Kylie, before unslinging the Aether Gatling from her shoulder. "My Team, on me." she transmitted by laser, with instruction to each armor to relay it along line-of-sight. "Team one may have gone and blew it downstairs, it is going to be our job to clean it up if it is out of their control." Helen spoke, with a harsh intensity to her tone. "Ramiro, get on my 12, we're taking the sausage chute to their docking facilities. We're going to stick to our end of the plan, Sune's team is going to have to try to salvage theirs. If they fail, we're going to frag this place from the inside out with whatever we can capture."
While there was a massive failure on one part of their plan, that did not mean the entire operation was a loss. Every bit of Helen was entirely willing to throw Team 1 under the space-bus to accomplish the operation. If it involved a few people having to be brought back from ST copies, that was fine, she could live with that, after all that was what the technology was for. All she hoped, was that if she died in a combat zone, she'd be reborn in a body that was not a filthy pile of sweat and fecal matter. As she thought on the matter of the new standard-issue bodies, she found the notion revolting, enough to motivate her to stay alive.
"My Team, we're going to have to move quickly, and set a distance between us, and the mistake. We can use the NMX response as a distraction, as they focus their eyes there, we'll be elsewhere. If I die, know that the mission is to capture a ship, preferably one with the most firepower possible. If Sune's team is unable to bring up their end of the plan, use the ship to decimate this base." Helen ordered, as everyone would move in position before heading through the meat chute.