As the Claw slowed to a stop mike stood and piled his gear onto one of the flatbeds marked for personal gear before joining the others. It seemed odd that his entire life resided inside of two bags, and he forced that out of his mind. Landen was in the middle of a shit storm and some how it was up to the Roughriders to dive in and do the lions share of the work. [i]who is sam hell thinks im capable of this?[/i] mike asked himself as he looked at the passing land slow to a crawl, and then the dust catch up before billowing past them. Several people hailed them they approached and entered the claw, one claiming herself to be their trainer, but neglecting to exchange her name. Though she tried to act relaxed and seem to match blades lack of ceremony, something seemed off. Much like when he met Kellia, mike felt his nape ruffle. [i]balanced stance, deliberate movements, the restless eyes.[/i] mike didn't know exactly, but if he had to guess, she was near the nameless tiers of operatives. [i]Note to self, DO NOT piss off the cat![/i] mike thought to himself as he listened to the conversation Dominic seemed unsure, but determined, mike couldn't hold anything against him. Sure, he would have preferred some older experienced pilots, but mike wasn't very old or experienced himself. Hongli Lang, mike wasn't sure about the wolf, but he supposed he would find out tis next week or so. Claudia gave mike the same type of vibe as the nameless cat, thankfully both were on the same side as he was. there were enough cyber ninja bastards after the roughriders as is. Mike eyed the badger, normally they ran the gambit between vicious bastards, and moderately irate individuals, but what species didn't? this would be an interesting team for sure though. A small fox near the back didn't escape mikes notice either, the small canid following behind the badger as if he was an icebreaker. Truth be told, they all seemed off, and because of that, mike liked them. In his life he found two things to hold true, Misfits are good people, and they are bound to surprise you. [i]"Nawlin, Vega, Lang and Sergios. Mount up in your GEARs, you'll be assisting the weapons and ord teams with down-loading the Claws' VLS munitions and the ammo for her main batteries. A delicate touch will be required at all times, of course, an' I'm sure yer capable fer the task." [/i]Blade said. "Yes Sir." mike said waiting for blade to finish before looking for his crewmates. when a gruff voice cut through the bay [i]"Let’s go show the munitions grubs what fun they’ll be missing, showing off our big muscles and how fire and control exercises can be used to master the art of shuffling around cans of tuna.” [/i]the badger hollered. "Ammo group, lets mount up and start moving bullets, And remember. If the tuna team gets to uppity, just start juggling the mortar crates!" mike called before turning to jog to his GEAR. stopping to face the team, he briefly held his palms up. "DO NOT ACTUALLY JUGGLE THE AMMO!" he yelled before climbing aboard his gear and booting up the systems. mike said as Prowler finally came to life. the claxon for his bay sounded and the GEAR walked carefully into the main floor.