"As much fun as I have no doubt that would be, you know what I meant, Alpha 3. Alpha 1, you have the squad. Bravo 1, how's your team holding up? I can see your helmet cam, but readouts are pretty sketchy on my end. Minor technical difficulties. We're having some trouble with your suit identifiers due to the mid mission command transfer. I'm going to attempt to isolate and restore that data, but I'm not as good at that as Alpha 4." Aliset's fingers flew across the keyboard, double checking that mapping was as accurate as it could be. She had the hologram of the Super Eikan up in front of her, mapping data being updated by each Mindy's sensor suite corroborated and cross referenced as she watched the individual markers, color coded to show the teams before she muted the connection from her end.
"Hey, Sayako, if they need a rescue, you think you can replicate that bloop? Or put some more detail to it so that it looks like Katamura, herself, just showed up with enough skirmishers to make Irim's battlegroup back off? Complete with the loudest, most chaotic music you can find to overload comms and long range sensors? I can get a crew working on the shields, get us back up and running there, maybe reload tubes one and two if we have the spare torps. Or I can send a Delta squad out to get some torps off one of the dead Plumies out there... Koun-Chan, how many torps do we have in backup? Also, do you have a name you'd prefer I call you?"