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RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [Mission 5.0] Planning

"Be careful what you wish for, geek. My pelvis is made of a steel alloy with tungsten in it." Rita replied, letting out a chuckle. She approached the marine who'd spoken to her and put a hand on his shoulder. "Not that you'd know the difference." She added, flashing Bastilen a toothy grin.
 
Bastilen was flashing a toothy grin, too, but it was more forced and highly unnecessary, since he was still wearing his helmet. His anger was tripping up the walls and cursing fervently at every bump and frame. Still he took a few deep breaths, under the guise of a friendly laugh, and decided to adhere to Chief Santiago's advice. Especially since he already needed to work with his people skills.

He gave her a playful punch onto one her abdominal plates, before wagging a finger at her. "Ha ha ha! Yeah, I don't think that'd stop me too much. You don't need to know much to fix a pencil sharpener like the one between your legs. Lucky for the both of us, I'm an electrician."

The man's attention went back to his data-pad. "Let me know if that thing starts bunchin' up like it did a second ago. Maybe you won't moan and groan so much when it's fixed."
 
Lisa was whistling happily while she put the thing together. When Leon asked her where to test this she had no idea though. Some empty storage room would be nice, but now before the mission she was sure all of the store-rooms were too full. She could not possibly test it here. Chance that the reactor would blow up was almost zero, she would not worry about that, but there were still chance of spark flying out of badly connected wire or something and with so much ammo and whatever around, she would not risk it.

"I guess I will test this on the fly then-desu," Lisa said with frown on her face. She looked up to see Leon's reaction to that, but she forgot him as soon as she noticed Rita. She wondered where that woman was all this time, probably getting upgrades or something. She could not help to notice that as soon as pirate-lady returned she got Bastilen into argument, or Bastilen got Rita into argument. Lisa sighed and moved toward them.

Time to steal attention. She though as she started running. She moved to Rita and more or less jumped her, as she hugged her Hostile. It was almost comical in the cute way, which was exactly what Lisa wanted.

"Piiiiiraaate-desu!" Lisa squeaked happily, in mind cursing the damn desu-virus. "Where have you been all this time-desu?" I have missed you-desu!"
 
Rita laughed at Bastilen's reply, and opened her mouth to talk, but was stopped by Lisa jumping up to hug her. Rita had a comical frown on her face and sighed deeply.

"Glad to see you're still kickin', I guess." She said, taking a look around at all the marines suiting up for the mission. "I have a feeling this is gonna be a good one..."
 
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<NobodysMechanic> Drei, no hot machine man love for you.
If Drei was silly, or playful enough to let a virus target Henry, or just to screw with him as tit-for-tat for his previous 'altercations' with the artificial intelligence, he had to rein it in a little.

Either way, his Hostile closed up around him, and everything he needed was in place, including the electrician-cum-hackermachine, "Bast, you're off the hook for now, but you're still under my thumb." He took a look at the others and evaluated their loadouts, noting that everything was in order. However, something stuck out.

"Sawyer, why are you doing a walking bomb impression?" He pointed to the twenty-five pounds of explosives and the fifty or so feet of detonation cord. Henry was no demolitions expert but he thought that the amount carried was a bit too much for his tastes. "I think we're only going to have to blow some of the more stubborn doors open, aye?" He chuckled, and grinned under the Monoeye, "Let's hope Bastilen and I can get the doors open before it gets to that. You could throw them at the Mishhu too."

Oh, and she's back too. Henry was quick to notice Rita's return, since she was a little difficult to ignore at the best of times. There was also a ballerina on deck, but Henry didn't exactly have a response for that since it was so unexpected.
"I don't think the NMX were fans of The Fireclone..." He said over loudspeaker idly in her direction.
 
Phaedra turned away from Leon and noticed the young woman in the flightsuit and JG bars.

"Sergeant Phaedra Volkov," she said with a salute.

"What can I do for you, Lieutenant?" asked Phaedra. She started prepping her Hostile and popped its seals open.
 
"JG Fletcher, your shuttle pilot. Rather than having your boys lounge around, want to have them get aboard? The deck crews are pretty much done and they're going to want to pressurize this hangar soon so that the fighters get out ASAP." Fletcher was a young woman with long, light brown hair in a ponytail and brown eyes.

She pointed to a trio of Zachitnik shuttles parked near the FA4s. All three of them were painted in the standard Nepleslian green but each had nose art to differentiate each of them. "Mine's the one with the crossed knife and pistol. That other squad of Marines is boarding right now."

Holmes' squad was, indeed, boarding the shuttle that JG Fletcher had pointed to. A few heavily armed sailors were scrambling aboard the other two shuttles, each with their own personal motif. One had a knife through a heart, the other a pair of muscled biceps.
 
"Oh damn-desu," Lisa said as she noticed everyone being pretty much geared up. "I got to run-desu! We will chat later-desu. Oh fuck this desu-desu!" She said to Rita and stormed of to her own Hostile. She quickly climbed in and ran starting procedures. All was green. She checked her AMP and extra ammo drum she had. Both mini-missiles launchers were stacked with Arrows. All was good.

Lisa quickly ran to the workbench where stand-alone Fusion Cutter was waiting. It looked pretty much like normal cutter, only it was given handle and large box at the end, which covered the reactor and all the wiring and other stuff. All was set up, test was all that needed to be done. There was no time for that though. "Well this is going to be interesting," Lisa thought as she put the cutter on her back, where another weapon would normally be. She took her AMP then and fell in with others.
 
Luca said:
"I don't think the NMX were fans of The Fireclone..." He said over loudspeaker idly in her direction.
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Bridget tsked. "Then they have no taste!"

She did a quick arabesque her armor.

"Hmm, this is actually quite limber!"

A warning light flashed in her HUD and her SAVtech warned of unnecessary power consumption. Bridget rolled her eyes.

"You're a party pooper, Savvie. I thought we were BFFs!"
 
"Bast, you're off the hook for now, but you're still under my thumb."
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Bastilen hung is head his mono-eye staring towards his feet as he tapped the log-out button on his DataJockey. The Soldier grumbled a little bit, before turning his mono-eye back in Lisa's direction, watching the bubbly woman running off. The soldier wondered just how many stims the virus-infected woman shot off in her rear before climbing out of bed in the morning. He decided not to think on it too much, choosing to believe that most marines were has conked in the head as he was.

The Marine put his attention back to Rita, tapping his fist on her shoulder armor.

"Good luck out there, copper tits." said Bastilen dismissively, mentally cursing his own inability to say something nice. He'd need to work on that, too, alongside his temperament. Fighting a battle was a good start on the road of penance. "On my way, Morris."

With that, he trudged off to saddle at Henry's side, letting the head engineer take the lead in this mission.
 
"Cavaliers! Into your PAs now!" shouted Phaedra into her comm-bead. She wasted no time climbing into her Hostile; the suit automatically adjusting to her size. Tossing her beret off to one side, Phaedra placed the armored helmet over her head and sealed it securely. With her weapons in place, Phaedra stepped out of the armor bay and made her way over to the shuttle.
 
Sawyer was already making his way towards the shuttle with his backpack load of demo charges as Phaedra gave the order, he acknowledged with a click over his comm system and hefted his LPA and headed for the designated shuttle.
 
Once he was properly inside his Hostile, Wulfe craddled his HPAR aross the front of his armor and fell in line behind Sawyer as he followed the marine towards their designated shuttle.

"Yes sir." He said over the comm as he approached the shuttle.
 
Rayne stepped into his armor and closed it up, eyes flicking between the variosu readout screens and displays. Satisfied that everythign was five by five, he proceeded to flex and go through some basic hand to hand manuevers, testing the suits range of motion. "Savtech run me a weapons diagnostic please....and forward my ingredients list to the ships kitchen. I think the Marines are gonna be hungry after soem Squid kicking"
 
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