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Is this still open? I have an Agent character in a previous attempt on another site I never got to play.
Azai went to the showers first thing. Being in the jungle and cooped up in her mech had made her sweat to the point where she felt rather disgusted with herself. Yes, a hot shower was well-needed. And very refreshing. Then was hot food and water. She hadn't had much to drink either, which was also bad. More purification tablets would be packed for future missions in her survival kit. Between the heat and the lack of water, she didn't remember having to dig a latrine for herself.

She donned fresh clothes and headed into the mess hall for some food. The lack of energy was causing her to shake uneasily, but only on such a small level that she was able to control it. Her stomach growled audibly as she moved through the line, grabbing just about everything she could fit onto the tray, before taking a seat. She began the ungraceful procedure of wolfing down her meal, pausing only to chase it with water before going back in again.
“Fuel now. Food later.” Azai replied curtly.

She was eager to get some dinner, but getting off planet was a bigger concern right now. She dismounted the Jackhammer and hooked the fuel cells from the canister up to it. After about ten minutes, the power had been transferred over.

“Should be enough. We go. Stay alert. Don’t stop. Follow Azai.”

The oni quickly settled back into her mech and checked the power levels. There was more than enough juice to get to the extraction point, which was good in the event that they ran into trouble between here and there.

“Staggered formation. Move.” Azai ordered as she quickly set off on point.
Azai had quickly hid inside the cockpit of the Jackhammer when she had registered Eileen's mech on the thermal imager. The old bait and switch worked, but she was glad that there wasn't any need for violence. Slowly, and discretely, Azai began to power up some of the Jackhammer's other functions. Luckily the power cells weren't too drained but she wasn't going to get very far with the current state her mech was in.

"Stand down, it's friendly." Azai said over the comms. "Time to go. Hopefully others found too. Azai ready to go home. Azai need shower. Too much sweat. Azai hungry. Rations already out. Lead to extraction point."
The humidity and heat of the jungle night was rather unwelcome, but it was the only thing Azai Cislacen was needing to worry about right now and that was an improvement. She had angered local natives of the planet after they tried to take some ofbher food. She had responded in kind, with an MRE bomb to keep them away. It had the opposite effect, and now she had become separated from the rest of her team and the Jackhammer was now low on power. She switched the mech off along with all the systems. The remaining power was now being used to power the Emergency Transponder Beacon, which thankfully was simple and didn’t require a large output to work.

The oni sat on the shoulder of her mech, wearing a tank top and spats with her uniform inside the cockpit, draped over thr seat and still damp with sweat. She cradled a small, old-world relic of a weapon over her shoulder as she scanned the surrounding area with her thermal-imager for threats and signs of life.

“Late...very late...” She muttered to herself. “Azai will have heads roll if Azai left behind like this. Or maybe Azai haunt former comrades. Torment them for abandonment. Hmmm...”
Pilot:
Name: Azai Cislacen | Race: Oni
Appearance:

Personality: Generally rather gloomy or inexpressive, uses as few words as possible, mentions self in the third-person
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODUUEMpMwzg

Mech:
Callsign: "Jackhammer" | Type: Mobile Suit
Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/1EUzAlL.jpg
Loadout/abilities: 25mm Modular Caseless Automatic Rifle, head-mounted .50 caliber compact HMG, 6 Anti-Tank grenades, Anti-armor knife
Pilot:
Name: Azai Cislacen | Race: Oni
Appearance:

Personality: Generally rather gloomy or inexpressive, uses as few words as possible, mentions self in the third-person
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LS7k3G_6IjE

Mech:
Callsign: "Jackhammer" | Type: Mobile Suit
Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/1EUzAlL.jpg
Loadout/abilities: 25mm Modular Caseless Automatic Rifle, head-mounted .50 caliber compact HMG, 6 Anti-Tank grenades, Anti-armor knife
@Devol Found you a better image for Gudako

https://i.imgur.com/yEpSweT.png
Leadslinger had been taking her time as usual in her travels. She found the silence eerie, and made sure to take the less open routes on her way out. She checked the map periodically to ensure she was going the right way. Her teammates dots were always shown but the enemy dots only appeared when they fired. Which meant that anyone who was that smart knew to hold their fire if they were planning an ambush. She had to actually open the map from her menu in order to find her team's positions and move to them. It was a long haul, but better she got there late than not at all.

Leadslinger eventually heard the echoing gunfire from the firefight and knew she was getting close. The had to be really careful now, and made sure to check the map more and more. She waited until one dot kept appearing in the same position in sequence with the amount of fire she was hearing. Well, if they were going to stay in the same place, then she would teach them that she should have people either watching her back or she should have more situational awareness. From the sounds of it, the attacker had an LMG of some sort. She poked her head out and couldn't tell if anyone was watching her, so she moved around to get a better view.

In the time it took her to scout the machine-gunners position, the girl would need to reload soon. Leadslinger, satisfied that she couldn't see anyone around as they were dealing with her other three teammates, took her rifle and slung it over her shoulder before pulling one of her M67 fragmentation grenades off her belt. She pulled the pin, let the spoon fly off, and counted to two. From her position it wasn't a far throw, which allowed her to chuck the thing underhanded like a really small bowling ball and rolled it right under the girl's legs. Since green stuck out like a sore thumb, Leadslinger quickly ducked behind some pipes and took her rifle back out. She stayed crouched and thumbed the selector to full-auto, mentally preparing her to burst out and gun down anyone who came to look for her.
Posting Friday. Will be in recovery mode for a while after tomorrow.
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