Outside The Eucharis, Yamatai Defensive Line
Tsuguka reflexively jolted as the coffin-shaped support armour teleported directly in front of her, offering up fresh equipment, but also blocking her line of fire. The nekovalkyrja just did what seemed obvious to her in zero-g, making a scissor-kick like movement, so that they were now
surfing the large blue oblong whilst the weird gooey tendrils reached into her back-mounted general support pack to refill the spare missile magazine.
"Resupply is complete, Mr. Wazu. Thank you for the assistance." An actual voice returned to his ears. So cold it might as well have been a machine translation. "But I have tactical suggestions for the future. Please remind me, or my re-fabricated clone, after this is over."
More swerving and dodging, but the fire actually seemed to be lighting up a little. In the distance, she could detect their support fighters arriving. The Eucharis itself was charging forward, becoming a warbird of angry rays. A chandelier of devastating fury.
That sudden situational awareness, however, also made her far more aware of the gigantic golden fleet moving closer and closer before them. Tsuguka could feel the potential wall of intercepting fire in their bones. A hundred colossal sensor arrays like spotlights on their little formation, a small smattering of ant-like figures.
"Tai Majime, be aware that the PA team is currently at half strength." Tsuguka replied back to their direct superior, then gave themselves a momentary pause to steel themselves for the ordeal ahead. "But that said... We will proceed as ordered."
Opening up the network, Tsuguka then checked up on each of her team members at once. All of them received the coordinates, with the position both popping up on their HUDs and in their teleport buffers.
"Suites-Heisho, we are up. Please join us for a teleport-attack on this vessel, using the given vector. You are now part of Wing A."
"Shinomori-Hei. If you are space worthy, please cancel any further repairs and immediately teleport-attack at this vector. Change designation to Wing A."
"Yoshida-Heisho, Chasan-Hei and Setsuya-Hei, you are now Wing B. Please prepare yourselves to teleport and support our foothold when ready."
"Medic Santo Hei Yukiya Ellie... Yoshida-Heisho is on the floor outside your room." This one had an especially stern tone. Not because they were annoyed at the doctor's reaction times, but because they knew full well that they couldn't afford to leave the other Heisho out of action forever, hideously wounded or not. "Please operate on her legs and stabilise her
immediately... If she can't fight, you might not have a ship left to stand on soon."
"Mister Wazu. One more favour to ask. Either put some legs back on the Mindy in med-bay, or find her a new one please."
Tsuguka reviewed her own personal situation last. Shield was correctly bound to her arm. Ammo seemed to be fully replenished. Knee seemed like it had healed on the fly, after taking a break from those insane high-G turns. Good. She'd rather not throw away her life at less than peak combat effectiveness.
Golden ships were impossibly close now, and she could make out their hulls as an armada of glimmering spearheads.
The transmission was over, so at least they could allow themselves a desperate, almost broken laugh of release.
Working her team into the ground like this, was this really all that Nekovalkyrja were made for?...
Gun ready. The glimmer of teleportation. She didn't need answers. Her body just wanted to do the thing it was good at.