Part of the thrill Tomimi felt in this endeavor was the muted reactions of her subordinates and even her superior, to her own ideology. She could dress it up in whatever pro-autonomy or anti-Titans coat she wanted to, but the fact of the matter was that her true desire was clear to see under that coat of paint. She could see in her mind the various others faces and hear their voices at her own words. Erina would gripe to herself about the loss of life, and of all her squad she was perhaps the one most irritated by the pro-Zeon speeches Tomimi was apt to give. To be fair though, most all of her squad was composed of traitors and turncoats of some degree, after all, joining the AEUG was a traitorous act in and of itself for the former Earth Federation folks. Reyson and Erina were, in Tomimi's mind, probably the least honorable of the lot, while she saw of herself no issue serving the AEUG, as she had never served the Federation.

Through her comms, the various voices of her makeshift squad began to come back, all signalling more or less a readiness to launch.

[i]"That's more than enough to go around. Let's give those schmucks in J-Squad something to be jealous about."
"This is Longshot, I'm in the green and good to go."
"Petty Officer Abel, ready for launch."
"...Petty Officer McGillis. Ready to launch..."[/i]

A grin began to form across her lips at the final green, and she looks over her own console in silence for a moment. Green, green, full ammo, thrusters clear, reactor nominal. With one final nod, she paces her suit forward, the lumbering Dom II taking up most of the open pathway that made up the catapult. Over one shoulder she kept her favorite weapon ready, the deadly [url=http://puu.sh/oexza/243946b0b7.jpg]Ex-T2-2 Beam Bazooka[/url], and in the other the symbolic weapon of Zeon, the [url=http://puu.sh/oexIV/b26b599105.jpg]ZMP-50D[/url], not to mention the large heat saber resting across the back skirt of the suit. "Quintzem Squadron, launch and form on me, twelve enemy suits means three a piece. Don't let someone else take your glory, and fight for what you believe in. Ensign Tanzi, launching!" The massive suit sat awkwardly on the catapult plate, obviously intended for suits with smaller leg units, but some ad-hoc modifications had made it passable. The hangar lights go green, and the doors part, exposing the black vastness of space, before the catapult whines into life. Electric arcs run down the path, and accelerate her suit to flight speed- In a few seconds her Dom is out the door, verniers belching to life.

"Captain Hishakawa, Quintzem squadron is launching, give me a sitrep on the enemy suits. What are we up against here?"