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The Carrion Crow rubbed out her cigarette against the black steel of her machine, letting it fall to the floor of the hangar like she always did before a mission. She let out a deep breath before stepping inside the cockpit.

[i]”Welcome back, Miss-[/i]

[color=DarkGray]“Shut up…”[/color] Crow growled, drowning out the AI as it tried to kiss her ass with procedural suggestions it knew she would like. It didn’t need her face or voice to recognize her; her gait, the length of her smoke break, the brand of cigarettes she liked, and the specific rhythms of her movement as she clambered inside were all cues it had memorized and used to predict her entry and confirm her identity. The mercenary squirmed out of her jacket and slid into her chair, lifting up her ponytail as she plugged herself into the neural interface. A subtle tingle spread its way down her spine. CROW-III’s specs began syncing up with her mind; not represented visually, but innately understood.

[color=DarkGray]“Looks like everything’s running fine up here…”[/color] The Carrion Crow’s Latin American accent came filtered through a voice typically on the husky side, and almost always at least slightly irritated. [color=DarkGray]“Dropping in.”[/color]

She had a moment to breathe as her Shell drifted down to earth, having already picked out a spot she’d identified from the topography scans. New Zealand beaches were honestly pretty fucked when it came to finding some nice high ground, but she managed to find a decent enough spot on a cliffside. The rainforest would give them good cover, but her cannon could cut through a lot of trees. This whole job seemed like a cakewalk any rookie fresh out of the corporate stables could pull off, to be honest. Something was just a [i]little[/i] fishy about it, even if she couldn’t-

Crow frowned, trying to parse out the cacophony of nonsense going through the comm channels.

[color=DarkGray]“The shit I have to put up with here…”[/color] She muttered under her breath. [color=DarkGray]“Perra, can-”[/color]

[i]”Filtering out all extraneous noise from the communications line, Miss-”[/i]

[color=DarkGray]“Sure.”[/color] Crow cut the AI off as her Shell’s feet touched the earth, once more blessed with the gift of silence only occasionally broken by chatter. She set the YOMI system to start running scans. Its sensor array managed to cut through the rain like butter, revealing what could potentially be the whole battlefield. She initiated the uplink, transferring the data to the rest of her squad.

[color=DarkGray]“Scans should be up for everyone. Keep an eye on ‘em.”[/color] She huffed, getting ready to wait out the snoozefest.

[quote=King Gizzard][Colour=Crimson]"Gizzard, movin' towards the nearest treeline. Gonna let 'em move in a little and fuck 'em up from behind. Should be easy pickin's for the firing support."[/colour] A rueful little smile spread on his face as King Gizzard blitzed into the vegetation and halted, crouching amongst the shadows. [Colour=Crimson]"Or, sit back and enjoy the show. I don't give a shit.[/colour][/quote]

[color=DarkGray]“Copy that Gizz, parking my ass down.”[/color] The Carrion Crow wore an adversarial smile the second she heard King Gizzard’s voice. Her Shell’s bipedal legs folded as her sniper cannon extended to its full length. She was ready for some easy pickin’s.

[color=DarkGray]“You mind syncing me up to your ventriculum feed?”[/color] She asked. [color=DarkGray]“I’m in the mood to show off tonight.”[/color]