Once again Eli was failed by the second-hand information she was given, and when the experience that came with fully syncing with the NC kicked in, everything was, for a moment, overwhelming. She didn't feel like herself, she felt bigger. Not exactly taller, or heavier, but her presence as a whole felt enlarged. All the the minute yet countless processes the NC went through merely to remain balanced and standing flooded her mind, replacing her thoughts with equations and astronomical feats of engineering. Then at the end of a moment, she got the reigns back, and sat --or rather now, [i]stood[/i]-- in silence. Her hands moved without explicit command, her fingers clenched and her legs moved with ease. It took a minute for her to settle into the second skin, but when she did the NC felt closer than anything she'd ever worn before. 

She wasn't sure how she felt about the HUD though. While everything else felt second-nature, the way her vision had changed felt distinctly mechanical. Was is practical? Yes. Was it invaluable on the battlefield? Yes. Did it send a chill up her spine every time a tiny mechanical sound accompanied the movement of her eyes? Yes. 

Once Blur had left the hanger, her attention turned to cannon-laden NC called Mad-E. Huh, "Mad-E". At least it would be simple to remember. She made her way over and hooked her arms beneath the other NC's, before standing back up. Or trying to, anyway. Without the aid of the thrusters, Blur's light weight became evident, and within her cockpit Eli would feel the strain of her futile attempt on her arms. 

[color=6ecff6][i]Flight systems, let's go[/i][/color]

Nothing happened.

[color=6ecff6][i]Flight systems[/i][/color]

Upon the insistent confirmation, the multiple engine's in Blur's frame revved to life. [i]That[/i] was a feeling she had no frame of reference for. Nothing felt so alien as activating a part of yourself you didn't know you had. However while she was unprepared for the sensation, training had made her ready for the application. She rose into the air, Mad-E in her hold, and felt the strain ease away. Before long they were off, making progress towards the beacon blinking artificially in her vision. For a moment she opened communications with the other girl, intending to request that she not move on the trip.

[color=6ecff6]"Try to avoid mov--"[/color] and as quickly as she'd opened the link she closed it. The overflow of noise coming from the other girl's end was nearly deafening, and Blur stuttered in the air as inside Eli jolted in her seat. Never mind, Madison probably got the idea anyway.

-

When they finally reached their destination, Blur was quick to set Mad-E down before landing herself. The feel of the engines whirring slowly died down, which she was happy for. Interesting as the new feeling had been, she preferred to get used to all of the things she normally felt before throwing in new ones. 

While she did, Joe, piloting the veritable one-man-artillery NC, approached the entrance and did his work to open it. Over the comms they were told the Wessex --which must have been Jingo-- would be in danger should he take damage. Remembering what the captain had told them back at base, it likely meant he would be accompanying her into the barracks. It wasn't ideal, things would be tough enough if she had to defend civilians without having to worry about her frail teammate. But she'd make do, if Jingo was smart he'd stick close, and if he wasn't there wouldn't be much she could do about it. The mission came first, he would have to understand those priorities just as much as she did. 

Blur started on into the facility, taking from the weapon slots on her lower back the handle of her beam sword. The other she knew was embedded into the hull of her left wrist, but she had more training with proper swords --or practice swords anyway-- and knew that if anything came up, that would be her best choice. 

[color=6ecff6]"Let's get going,"[/color] she said, opening a channel with Jingo.