META_mahn
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Killy Shroom
Meissa simply commanded her drones to fire upon the unarmored L'Kor. No point in wasting her attention to the enemy when her NSBs and wing drones could dispatch them much quicker.
"Certainly not, Sora." Meissa replied, her coolness a little unnerving. Inside her helmet, Meissa was commanding her array of sensors to cycle through as well, seeing what they couldn't see. "But, we still keep stealth currently. Intel is key, we can't fight in the traditional Elysian style of 'all-in.' We also can't afford to be flanked, so I've been sweeping every room with my drones very quickly before we move on."
Although a firefight wouldn't be too bad. Being able to punch something-or-other with her hands sounded quite nice. Still though, luck was a nice thing to have. It's what kept most of the SOFT team alive up until this point in their lives, she was sure.
Well, the ones who had lives. Nekos didn't count.
At least to her, luck was a friend, a friend that she rarely had the luxury of chancing across. Heh, lucky to have luck. This world was fucked up for having such a cyclical reasoning. Although she had to admit, she was at the present quite lucky. Would dad be proud? She didn't know. Dead men don't speak.
Meissa simply commanded her drones to fire upon the unarmored L'Kor. No point in wasting her attention to the enemy when her NSBs and wing drones could dispatch them much quicker.
"Certainly not, Sora." Meissa replied, her coolness a little unnerving. Inside her helmet, Meissa was commanding her array of sensors to cycle through as well, seeing what they couldn't see. "But, we still keep stealth currently. Intel is key, we can't fight in the traditional Elysian style of 'all-in.' We also can't afford to be flanked, so I've been sweeping every room with my drones very quickly before we move on."
Although a firefight wouldn't be too bad. Being able to punch something-or-other with her hands sounded quite nice. Still though, luck was a nice thing to have. It's what kept most of the SOFT team alive up until this point in their lives, she was sure.
Well, the ones who had lives. Nekos didn't count.
At least to her, luck was a friend, a friend that she rarely had the luxury of chancing across. Heh, lucky to have luck. This world was fucked up for having such a cyclical reasoning. Although she had to admit, she was at the present quite lucky. Would dad be proud? She didn't know. Dead men don't speak.