Big Wall
Juno watched the troops pour out of the truck, with Fitz and Joe moving off to to the tank before Ella. That sight alone had been enough to make him thankful for the brief break. It was like the shy driver had been content with getting out of her sweaty shrine of a driver's section.
Of course, his attention was tugged from considering the personal growth rather quickly with the changes that had been made to the Aggressor. Zhou was an eccentric giant of a woman with muscles and tits that put an ID-SOL to shame in sheer size sometimes... but her work to the machine had definitely made the Kuznyetski male size up the Aggressor. But unlike his second, who was eccentrically flashing his color-changing eyes and carrying on in an official capacity, the large form of Juno walked his way over to Zhou's side. She'd feel the pat of his gloved hand on her back, his eyes looking up at the fierce eye of the Aggressor.
"Make sure that you keep it looking proper between battle, or we'll need to remove it all." His body turned to allow him to face down with the others who were still present, including the previous gunner for the Soko via Tim's presence. "Duville, stash your crap in the tank along with the other two's stuff. McClosky, you'll be storing yours in the APC's driver section. Everyone else will be handing Zhou their bags and gear once she's suited up in the Aggressor."
He pauses to point over at the platoon work area, his eyes turning once more to the huge woman as his cybernetic hand grabbed Zhou's shoulder somewhat awkwardly thanks to their sheer width.
"I want you to put them over there. The platoon staff will handle getting everyone's bunks set up as we get the new and proper base set-up."
His hand released the amazon as a good eight Nepleslian recruits were making their way over. They were 309th as well, strapped up in Golems. One of them wore the crewman jacket instead, a thin 5'6" with dark brown skin and her hair tied back in dreads. She wore a visor, likely a replacement for eyes, as she approached Tim with a nod. The other seven moved to the gateway, comprised of entirely men in contrast to the gender-equal platoon, and were knocking at the walls. The massive gate began opening upward, the group of recruits seeming to pause before a more hardened individual broke from the platoon's work area. An older male with red-blotched pale skin, testaments to intense burns that led to color disfiguration. His hair was completely absent, wrinkled with the first signs of age as the burn-survivor barked out as loud as he could.
"Let's go, Bravo! Time to show you got the balls for the 309th!"
A kick at the back of one of the timid soldiers got a few laughing, but all of them moving. The veteran paused, turning as Juno moved up to Chiaki next. Step by step, the old Nepleslian moved over as the truck's last occupants were emptied and the two local girls moved to Minnie while the massive militia-based ID-SOL made his way to Autumn's side.
APC
The short female had climbed into the vehicle's back without much ceremony. Her uniform was clinging to her flat chest well, the female scoffing as she pulled at one of the seats of the APC. "We'll need to perform a maintenance check if we don't bite it in this one, boss. Those engineers should have noticed these could come loose if we rolled. Standard soldier load would give anyone with even a quarter of ID-SOL blood the kind of weight to do that shit..."
The dark-skinned woman turned her visor at Tim, her scowl fading somewhat to a more neutral expression as she realized that she had to work with someone.
"I'm Corporal Helene Cruel. You and me were picked out to bite one together? To think I'd get a chance to fight, but I'm not even in command of my own vehicle... what's your name?"
Officer Huddle
"Lieutenants." A brief salute came from the squad leader, the man standing at a more average and flat six-foot compared to the short crewman Tim got. "I'll be taking the recruits out to clear the initial path. Then we'll wait for pick-up." His eyes turned to Chiaki, the Golem-strapped male letting his RKAR sink into the crook of his arm before he extended a hand. "I'm Sergeant Nickles. Juno here and I fought alongside each other back in the day... looks like I get to see what the newblood brings, Second Lieutenant.
Autumn and Minnie's Grouping
"You like that gift? I better see that magnet or I might just have a go at you later." The metal-chested of the militia women jabbed a finger against the unarmored Minnie's chest, the metal-jawed companion giving her friend an elbow to her arm. Not like she could elbow the ribs of someone with a metal torso.
"Sorry about that." The woman adjusted the duster she now war, the ballistic vest underneath shifting over her small chest as she made deliberate eye-contact with the Mouse. "We'll be backing you up. Personal protection for the medic."
The large ID-SOL of the group turned his gaze over his shoulder to watch the pair, then turned his gaze to the officers before sighing down to Autumn.
"I heard you got promoted. Congrats." The icebreaker of an opening talk led the male to extend his newly cybernetic arm before looking at her properly. "Back in the day, I'd have torn my enemies apart for a promotion while I served. Nothing like recognition for service... but don't forget that the enemies ahead will be armed with some suits of Power Armor. I'll take them on if the big girl gets too busy with her own problems... just point and I'll see what I can do."
Soko Neko
The crackle of Nepleslian responses on other nearby channels kept the buzzing of the comms going for Joe, even if it wasn't active for them. The radio was working, though they could hear a buzz to life as the skies hummed audibly enough for even the tank crew to hear it. Outside, it was a familiar and identifiable buzz of fightercraft roaring through the heavens. The increased traffic of their deployment made sure the Nepleslian encrypted channels in proximity buzzed as a reminder of the growing presence of Nepleslian forces.
