Longshot stood, ready as ever, in the hangar alongside the other units. It was being prepared for battle by technicians who pored over every detail of the machine, a process its pilot had no place in. Technicians checked the power output from its generators, ensured ammo feeding was seamless, that storage was properly insulated and wasn't leaking, that all the control systems responded properly and a thousand other factors. The camouflaged unit was receiving special attention from the technicians due to the rank and position of its pilot, Captain Kalstov, to ensure it responded to her standards. The Ordo Sanctus was a guerrilla force that couldn't stay in one place long, that meant recruitment wasn't often an easy thing, which meant veterans like Captain Kalstov were invaluable to the cause.

Speaking of Captain Kalstov, Aura could be found outside doing her own preparations. She was found stretching out, making sure her rifle magazines were each properly loaded and packed, and making sure her pistol and magazines were all properly stowed on the pistol belt that formed part of her flight suit. With the practiced ease of one who lived and died by it, Aura carefully inspected both weapons, occasionally mumbling to herself and adjusting the rifle's sight. After a few minutes of inspection, she was satisfied with her weapons and walked into the hangar briefly to surrender her rifle and its ammunition to one of the technicians. Wearing it would get in the way when she was piloting the suit, so it was stowed in a rack within the cockpit, ammo stored beside it, by the techs. This left Aura to prepare herself before the briefing for their upcoming mission, as every other pilot in the squadron should be doing.

Finding a secluded spot, Aura set to stretching each muscle in her body to aid her twitch responses. She stretched the muscles in her neck, shoulder, arms, hands and fingers, chest, stomach, legs, each muscle in her body was stretched to the best of her ability. Doing this took the better part of half an hour but it was worth ever second spent. She had to be sharp so she could stay alive out on the field, and she never skipped a stretch when that extra half a second of response time could be all that saved her life or one of the other pilots' lives. With that half hour gone, however, Aura had precious little time before the briefing with nothing to really spend it on.

Re-entering the hangar, Aura approached the lead tech to get a feel for the Longshot's status. Before she could even talk, he began rattling off green readings on most everything. The Ordo took good care of its Valkinai suits, what with them being so crucial to the war effort, so she expected nothing less. She managed to kill another five minutes this way before finally deciding to simply turn up to the briefing early. Making her way to the command center at a leisurely pace still had Aura present fifteen minutes early. "[i][color=0072bc]Oh well. You're always early for everything in the infantry.[/color][/i]" Aura mused to herself as she presented herself to the Commander, saluting and reporting "[color=0072bc]Captain Aura Kalstov, reporting as ordered ma'am![/color]"