[center]Daniel Ezekiel Anders-U-ARM Sector[/center] [Center]Pilot[/Center] [i]”I love that new mech smell.”[/i] Daniel was sitting comfortably in the mostly-new Crusader mk-II with a very satisfied smile on his face. He couldn’t hide his satisfaction at the new mech and its increased capabilities: especially the upgrades he had been lobbying for since god knows how long ago. Feeling the weight of the mech had been a big shift from what he’d fought with before, but knowing that he was probably the scariest hunk of metal up close was a beautiful thing. This was the sort of mech work he did back before Bunker Chicago took him in. No more weak-sauce Flamethrower work, it was time to bash some skulls. …Or tanks, in the case of U-ARM. They were a force as technologically advanced as the Bunker itself, and they weren’t afraid to show it off. Some of the tech they had at their disposal was scary, from the stories that had been circulating. The feel of the new Pilot gloves on his hands told him that they weren’t the only ones who had new tech on hand though. The potential of these Gloves had been made very clear, and the prospects of what they could do were very exciting. Daniel listened in to the various orders dished out, noting how few of them he actually recognised. He knew that Colonel Black herself was in this little shindig, and Daniel knew that she was hardly going to give much of a crap about his opinion. There had been a sort of tension between the two in the past, and with a fairly good reason. Daniel was ‘Protestant’ while Black was ‘Catholic’ or whatever bastardisations of the original faiths these shallow mockeries could be called. Then there was his past. He was once everything that she despised, with good reason, of course. There was no hiding the fact that she hated Raiders, with good reason. He was an Ex-raider, so the animosity was…understandable. He didn’t begrudge her for it, by any means. Hearing U-ARM’s request for surrender, followed by Black’s retort, Daniel could do little more than snort in amusement. He respected the woman, in truth. Following the little exchange with U-ARM, Orders were given by a person that Daniel didn’t know. It hardly mattered though, as the fella didn’t issue her any plans. It was pretty obvious what he should do though. Daniel flicked on the radio, dialing in the channel for the squad. “Since no one has any plans for me, I’ll advance myself up to the second row of buildings: take cover in the alleyway best I can. I’ll play backup if anyone needs support or cover.” He flicked the Rossary beads that hung from his cockpit and made a silent prayer to god as he moved the mech forward, avoiding people where he could and popping himself in the right-most second row of alleyways. That way, he would naturally be pointing his shield towards the carnage, when the time came. --- [Center]Kiku, Shadow-Zone Repellent.[/Center] [Center]Listener-Ghost[/Center] --- As Kiku hopped off the edge of the Helicopter, she felt herself nearly stumble at the surprise of how light she was feeling. She had been pretty surprised when she first woke up from the surgery: because she was completely different than when she went under. To think that two weeks had made her from Mostly-human listener into a badass cyborg-listener. It was pretty cool really (Although she hadn’t told Marie that.) Still, she had only really been up and about fully for a couple of days, and although she’d gotten used to the added weight on her left side, and the strange sensation of her back, she didn’t expect it to be so…natural feeling. Perhaps it was the effect of her upgrades, but she hardly felt like a freak, sometimes. Hell, it didn’t even hurt most of the time. Still, she had a job to do. No screwing up this time, Marie would have her hide if she got killed or something dumb in her second big mission. She could focus on the fact she was some sort of mutated badass cyborg ninja later…Although she was basically a mutant cyborg-badass Ninja, when you thought about it. Quickly, people got into position, and the special asset lady was all cool with her robot puppy that Kiku couldn’t help but wonder about whether it pissed oil or not or… Wait…Were Mutants using a radio? That seemed pretty out of the ordinary, all things considered. Hell, Kiku could barely use a damn radio. Technology had always given her issues, which was actually pretty funny, considering she now had robo-arm, and all that. Soon enough though, A guy in a mech was giving people roles and jobs and shit. Somewhere along the way, she got missed, and she quickly realised she had two pretty clear options. She could either follow Kai and whatshisname around, or she could follow the Flying squad. Or, she could play scout. That seemed like a not terrible option, either way. In the end, it seemed that someone else made the choice for her. She’d been listening to the radio orders of the big shot, and he was sure to emphasise the importance of Matthew’s position. Spotting Kai climbing a building, she pretty quickly figured out that Kai was indeed, doing his own thing. [i]Ooh, I can do stuff over there. Funsies.[/i] Kiku advanced quickly down the alleyway Matthew had moved down, keeping low and silent until she was just behind her fellow Bunker-buddy. Then, she tapped him on the shoulder and offered him a chirpy “Sup, bubblegum. Guess I’m partnered with you; aren’t you lucky?” She offered the man a quick, broad smile as she leaned her head onto his shoulder, getting probably closer than comfort would dictate, on a serious mission. “If you want, I’ll do the stabby, and you do the shooty. I bet we’ll have a fun ol’ time. Do you have any special tricks? I can do this.” Taking a moment to concentrate, Kiku focused on her Chameleon powers and suddenly shimmered out of existence, before pressing herself against the nearest piece of cover and allowing herself to reappear. “Pretty neat, huh?” She reached for a knife and a pistol at her belt: making sure to arm herself for when shit went down. It was time to be a soldier and shit.