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Perilous Siege
As soon as Uso had finished outlining the basics of her plan and asked her audience for questions, it was predictable that the room erupted in a flurry of questions. People asking for clarification on their exact role in the upcoming conflict, using it as an excuse to jockey for status or more resources and taking the desperation of the fight they had on their hands as a signal to negotiate some sort of deal with the country's ruler. He strained his ears to pick up on each of the simultaneous conversations that were unfolding in the auditorium, mostly centered around his boss, and if his implants didn't give him a perfect memory he'd have trouble keeping track of them all. It didn't help that every minute it seemed like some new face he'd never seen before decided to grace them with their presence.
Their was another Nekovalkyrja that must have slipped into the meeting while his attention was focused on Uso, dressed in all the finery that was once a mark of the planet's ruling class, looking like she was about to draw a gun on another stranger. As Marcus Rodia barged into the room, his first impression was that he was loud, brash, and was certainly confident in his own ability. Had to be if he thought that a single ship was going to make that much of a difference in the casualty estimates for such a lopsided scenario. Which wasn't to say that he was about to look a gift horse in the mouth, all though the question of 'where the fuck did this guy come from and why is this the first I'm hearing about another warship in the fleet' did come to mind.
Of course, Uso had given him something much more immediately pressing to worry about. He was being given leadership over the mecha that were at his bosses disposal and being charged with the success of the assault on the carrier. Which effectively meant that if the mission went sideways, it was his head on the chopping block. Of course, he also had his progenitor, a guy with more experience as a soldier then head years to live, and a bunch of nuclear drones ran by a AI backing him up.
What else could he do but allow a shark-like grin to take over his face and respond with. "We won't let you down Uso. ROnin, Alex, Just so you two now...." The display table that Uso had been using flared to life again, showing an exact replica of a second generation Mishhuvurthyar carrier with a indepth look at its interrnals. "This is what we're going to be raiding, so eithe commit it to memory if you have a implant for that or download the schematics onto whatever device you have on you, then transfer it to your mech's interal computer. We don't have long till go time, so make sure your prepped. Before the op begins we're going to go through some simulationsto make sure we're prepared before we pull his off."
Meanwhile, his mindwae buzzed with activity, establishing a link with Corgans own. "Thanks, We can grab a pint if we make it out of here intact. Will you be staying ton one of the ships in case of boarders or are you volouneering to hit one of the Carrier's with us? It'd be nice having you along."
Their was another Nekovalkyrja that must have slipped into the meeting while his attention was focused on Uso, dressed in all the finery that was once a mark of the planet's ruling class, looking like she was about to draw a gun on another stranger. As Marcus Rodia barged into the room, his first impression was that he was loud, brash, and was certainly confident in his own ability. Had to be if he thought that a single ship was going to make that much of a difference in the casualty estimates for such a lopsided scenario. Which wasn't to say that he was about to look a gift horse in the mouth, all though the question of 'where the fuck did this guy come from and why is this the first I'm hearing about another warship in the fleet' did come to mind.
Of course, Uso had given him something much more immediately pressing to worry about. He was being given leadership over the mecha that were at his bosses disposal and being charged with the success of the assault on the carrier. Which effectively meant that if the mission went sideways, it was his head on the chopping block. Of course, he also had his progenitor, a guy with more experience as a soldier then head years to live, and a bunch of nuclear drones ran by a AI backing him up.
What else could he do but allow a shark-like grin to take over his face and respond with. "We won't let you down Uso. ROnin, Alex, Just so you two now...." The display table that Uso had been using flared to life again, showing an exact replica of a second generation Mishhuvurthyar carrier with a indepth look at its interrnals. "This is what we're going to be raiding, so eithe commit it to memory if you have a implant for that or download the schematics onto whatever device you have on you, then transfer it to your mech's interal computer. We don't have long till go time, so make sure your prepped. Before the op begins we're going to go through some simulationsto make sure we're prepared before we pull his off."
Meanwhile, his mindwae buzzed with activity, establishing a link with Corgans own. "Thanks, We can grab a pint if we make it out of here intact. Will you be staying ton one of the ships in case of boarders or are you volouneering to hit one of the Carrier's with us? It'd be nice having you along."
