Tsuruko was already moving by the time Misaki finished her sentence, the ship's jolt all but forgotten - just another annoyance she was more than accustomed to, chiefly thanks to her training. The
Santô Hei walked to her destination in long, confident strides, a clear danger to any with the misfortune of being in the her path.
The trip to the Armor Bay proved mercifully quiet, which gave Tsuruko the time to think about the most immediate issue: her power armor. She had no real idea about the location of hers - if she even had one. She'd have to rely on at least a suit opening upon her approach.
What could go wrong?
She arrived at the Bay already halfway stripped, and quickly working to get rid of the 'halfway' part. Now, to find her own suit. Looking over the available suits of armor, Tsuruko was rather disheartened to discover many of them were
M2-3A models, which rendered her nakedness rather moot. On the bright side, one of those same bulky pieces of equipment was kind enough to open upon the removal of its helmet, recognizing the Neko as its operator.
That only left the issue of her loadout. She was looking for something
modest, something with at least a modicum of finesse. Not that she found anything of sort, at least in the state of hurry she was in. Finally, Tsuruko settled on a pair of
Ke-M2-W2905 cannons, with a
Ke-M2-W2905-BPX to match. Perhaps not the most elegant solution, or the most convenient, but she'd be hard-pressed to find someone to bring that up to her face - or in her line of fire, at the very least. With that issue settled, too, she slinked in the armor and, upon activation, spared her core systems a quick once-over.
"
Tsuruko, reporting," she announced as she fell in formation with Misaki. The thought of her first engagement had the
Santô Hei rather eager, as evidenced by a rather nervous glancing back and forth from her own part.