[center]Eira Mairwen. [b]Retrieval[/b].[/center]
[hider=Character info.][b]History Type:[/b] [i]Bunker Boy.[/i]
[indent]+ Diplomacy: Bunker residents, Council servants.
+ Advanced and foreign technology.[/indent]
[hider2=Justice, Active.][i]Designation:[/i] Justice.
[i]Size:[/i] Small.
[i]Occupants:[/i] One.
[i]General Description:[/i] Average sized. Pilot chamber in torso with surrounding protection. Entrance through rear of mech. Front of mech has detachable protective armour; when removed, reveals glass pane with sight for head and bust. Can be removed from outside through spin-valve, easier to remove with pressure triggers inside pilot chamber.
[i]Equipment:[/i]
[indent][b]Left Arm:[/b] .50 Calibre Rapid Fire.
[b]Left Shoulder:[/b] HE Missiles.
. . . Ammo Pack.
[b]Right Arm:[/b] .50 Calibre Rapid Fire.
[b]Legs:[/b] Jump Jets.
[b]Torso:[/b] Detachable Medium Armour. [i]Becomes Light Armour when fully removed.[/i]
. . . Pilot Chamber.
. . . Reinforced Ammo Feed.
. . . Emergency Life Support System.
. . . Floodlights.
[b]Top:[/b]Standard Scanning Package.[/indent]
[b]Automated Systems:[/b] [i]The mech can be given simple commands to follow with—or, in conjunction with her [b]Nanotech Gloves[/b], without—its pilot in the cockpit, such as strobing floodlights, maintaining balance, and repeat fire at a designated location. In addition, it uses sensors to determine whether or not to activate the ELSSys.[/i][/hider2]
[hider2=ARMA v1.0]Can switch between [b]Ball Form[/b] for fast movement or [b]Flat Form[/b] for crawling across surfaces and better stability. Vulnerable while switching forms.
[indent][b]Sound Recording/Sensors[/b]
[b]Sight Recording/Sensors[/b]
[b]Grenade-size Self-destruct[/b][/indent][/hider2]
[hider2=Achievements]
[b]Stabilize Or Die[/b]: [i]Precarious situations demand precarious thought, after having experienced what falling through a building was like, Eira has practiced in her new mech how not to fall to her death.[/i]
[indent]{Greater chance of recovering from a fall at a height in a mech, any grappling hook or similar might be used to keep her safe instinctively.}[/indent]
[b]Returning Fury[/b]: [i]Having lost her mech in battle, Eira better understands how to deal with such mishaps in the future: Dodge the wrench.[/i]
[indent]{Bonus to mech survivability.}[/indent][/hider2]
[b]Inventory:[/b]
[indent][b]Weapons:[/b] [i]Combat Knife.[/i]
. . . [i]Standard Issue Council Pistol.[/i]
. . . [i]Standard Issue Council Rifle.[/i]
[b]Armour:[/b] [i]Mechanical Jumpsuit.[/i]
. . . [i]Light Armour.[/i]
[b]Medicine & Tech:[/b] [i]Technical Kit.[/i]
. . . [i]Nanotech Gloves.[/i]
. . . [i]Radio.[/i]
. . . [i]Frag Grenade.[/i]
. . . [i]Flashbang.[/i]
[b]Miscellaneous:[/b]
. . . [i]Dog-Tag.[/i]
. . . [i]Standard Watch.[/i]
. . . [i]Flash-Light.[/i][/indent][/hider]
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"Understood," she replied to Paris.

Already, she could feel her heart beating. Much like the last mission, they barely had time to position themselves before enemies made their way towards them. How was it that she had chosen this path over that of security work? Fighting criminals who might kill you if caught was one thing, fighting [i]soldiers[/i] who'd kill caught or not was a vastly different matter. And now they had made her some sort of specialist? As far as she could tell, she was one of the youngest of the group sent to the fog, just barely out of training.

The rest of them were veterans of many battles across varied terrain, some even from [i]overseas[/i]. In what kind of world could she compete?

[i]Why the hell do I do this to myself?[/i] She had to get moving.

Following Paris out onto the street, Eira quickly looked around, wanting to choose a good location to hole up in. As the last time, the best place for a big girl like her would be the alleyway—she figured it'd be a bit cramped in the building with her new comrade-in-arms. Paris had said that his drone had only checked the building immediately to their right, and would continue to move East, towards where the gangers were supposedly to approach from. As such, the best place for her would be the alleyway directly East of Paris's new hideout.

Moving across the street, she made her way to the vehicle nearest her planned set up, and crouching down a bit, used her right shoulder to push it up by the alley, at a one-three-five degree angle from the entrance. Not the best cover, but better than nothing.

As soon as that was done, she busted through the fence into the alleyway, quickly scanning it for activity with her guns ready. [i]I hope this place is as empty as it looks.[/i]

In the meantime, she had sent her ARMAbot some new directives. In order to both get it out of the rain and check out that reading she'd received moments ago, she ordered it to enter the building from the rear entrance and try to track down the mystery figure. Much as she had troubles of her own fast approaching, she also didn't want to leave the other three members of their little crew helpless.

Clicking on her radio, she messaged Roman. [i]Out of anyone here, he's the one I can trust.[/i] She had originally planned on joining the fight against U-ARM, not wanting to have to repeat the choice she'd made with Adam—a choice that ultimately lead to his death. However, Roman had come to see her [i]personally[/i] after they'd been debriefed on the missions, and had requested she join him in Retrieval. He'd been promoted, he trusted her, and hell, [i]she[/i] trusted [i]him[/i]. So naturally, she couldn't refuse.

And so long as she was here to protect him, she was determined to keep him alive.

"Roman," she started. "Someone's entered the first floor. I'm looking into it now, but keep on your toes." And with that she ended the transmission. There was nothing else to say, really—she herself barely knew what to make of this intruder.