Primitive Polygon
🎖️ Game Master
Power Armor Bay
Watching Astridr fumble with the combat knife made Tsuguka think of ways to improve the situation. Seemed a bit wasteful for a suit that cost as much as several transport shuttles to end up walking around with a Yama-Dura toothpick... And even if the new suit was made mostly of Zesuiam plates, the guns certainly were not. She couldn't help but feel she was going to end up manually kicking enemies in the face again.
Rather than bug him directly, a message was send to Jax's communicator for later reference.
<-"Joto Hei Jackson Howard. Tsuguka here. If you could fabricate about five of those Daisy-style plasma blades for the team's use, it would be much appreciated. I also require a type 35 automatic grenade launcher, and as much ammo for the thing as you can manage. We are equal rank, so it's within your karma to request a favor in return."->
A shrug. Even if it was protocol to wear one, just looking at the dorsal leader support pack made her feel physically ill. Using it felt like staring at the back of your own head. The sensors were just too extreme in their detail for a born grunt like her. No, a general equipment pack would be better. Giving the unit covering fire would suit their skills better anyways... These Orochi types were all smash and grab, according to their personal files. The red nekovalkyrja could only wonder what they would be like in a hostage situation, or an infiltration mission. No matter.
"Don't forget about requesting new equipment from the fabrication system." A renewed comment to Junko, Freyja and Shiho, as Tsuguka uncoupled her helmet and began to snap open her armor once more. "If you have earned the right to be here already, I'm not going to baby you."
"I'm going to the wardroom. Protocol dictates they will have fresh shiso gyosa at the start of the next allocated provision allocation time." A blank stare, grim eyes suggesting this was a serious matter that they weren't taking to heart nearly fast enough. "I'm literally going to eat all of it if you are not there. The whole squad's worth. This is not a suggested course of action."
Then the floaty-feet dragging started again, the sinister catgirl making her way back into the vertical corridor.
Watching Astridr fumble with the combat knife made Tsuguka think of ways to improve the situation. Seemed a bit wasteful for a suit that cost as much as several transport shuttles to end up walking around with a Yama-Dura toothpick... And even if the new suit was made mostly of Zesuiam plates, the guns certainly were not. She couldn't help but feel she was going to end up manually kicking enemies in the face again.
Rather than bug him directly, a message was send to Jax's communicator for later reference.
<-"Joto Hei Jackson Howard. Tsuguka here. If you could fabricate about five of those Daisy-style plasma blades for the team's use, it would be much appreciated. I also require a type 35 automatic grenade launcher, and as much ammo for the thing as you can manage. We are equal rank, so it's within your karma to request a favor in return."->
A shrug. Even if it was protocol to wear one, just looking at the dorsal leader support pack made her feel physically ill. Using it felt like staring at the back of your own head. The sensors were just too extreme in their detail for a born grunt like her. No, a general equipment pack would be better. Giving the unit covering fire would suit their skills better anyways... These Orochi types were all smash and grab, according to their personal files. The red nekovalkyrja could only wonder what they would be like in a hostage situation, or an infiltration mission. No matter.
"Don't forget about requesting new equipment from the fabrication system." A renewed comment to Junko, Freyja and Shiho, as Tsuguka uncoupled her helmet and began to snap open her armor once more. "If you have earned the right to be here already, I'm not going to baby you."
"I'm going to the wardroom. Protocol dictates they will have fresh shiso gyosa at the start of the next allocated provision allocation time." A blank stare, grim eyes suggesting this was a serious matter that they weren't taking to heart nearly fast enough. "I'm literally going to eat all of it if you are not there. The whole squad's worth. This is not a suggested course of action."
Then the floaty-feet dragging started again, the sinister catgirl making her way back into the vertical corridor.