YSS "Presurgence" Power Armour Bay
"Any starfighter or Mindy soldiers aboard have been given the option to assist in the assault on Sakura Fleet Depot."
Upon hearing the announcement, all thoughts of Kozakura's familiar face and the weaponry discussion with the other woman left Kwabba-an's mind. Turning, she made haste towards the small section of the power armour hangar that was home to her Mindy. Along the way she nearly ran into several other personnel who were scrambling this way and that, but thankfully it was not far.
When she arrived, she immediately started to feel better. Her hands still shook as she began the pre-flight inspection that she had worked hard in training to remember. But despite her ongoing tremors, the space that contained her equipment was her stage and she felt at peace here as she did before a performance. Once the inspection revealed that everyone was in flying form, she opened up and stepped into her power armour. It was hers on a deep level. Not that she owned it, but they had gone to the effort of building it to suit her unique anatomy. The feet that she stepped into were bigger to accommodate her clawed feet. It had four arms. It had segmented sections that her antennae fit into like extra arms. And most noticeably, she stepped into the suit from behind, and a special clamshell closed snugly around her insectoid abdomen. Despite the fact that it was literally built for her and only her, she was always rather disappointed at how poorly it fit. A technician had told her that it had to do with how her body was so unlike that of a nekovalkyrja, but that just sounded like an excuse for shoddy craftsmanship.
Once she was tucked in and switched on, she took a moment to stretch her still-shaking shoulders as they had started to ache from her trembling tension. Then she turned to an unusual piece of equipment that sat on a stand on the floor next to her. With her lower pair of arms, she picked up the zesuauium bass guitar that had come standard with her loadout as one of the Star Army's few members of the musician occupation. She had been given a choice of instruments, of course, but she felt that the sturdy simplicity of the bass would fare well in battle. With her upper pair of arms, she extended a cable from the base of the instrument and plugged it into her power armour.
"T-" she began to transmit, but found that the initial fear of imminent death had worn off and she was again flustered at the smallest social interaction. However, this time she was well-equipped to deal with it. She began to pluck a
Pre-Battle Lick on the instrument in her hands, which automatically broadcast over a dedicated channel for any who wanted to mix it into their audio feed. Additionally, her Mindy's loudspeakers began to blast it into the Power Armour Bay before she turned it down to a reasonable volume.
"Tactical control," she began. Now that her fingers were plucking a simple lick, she felt completely in her element and even her shaking had stopped as she broadcast her message. "Duly note that
Santô Hei !Kwabba-an Ternifac-xuralkhi volunteers to assist in the assault on Sakura Fleet Depot in her Mindy."