[color=gray][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191008/5433845636dc0e7b4162feb94675ac14.png[/img] [sub][color=red]Current location:[/color] Ship Hangar[/sub][/center][hr] The loud, obnoxious electronic music nearly drowned out the captain's ship-wide speech, as Red looked up from the guts of her suit. [color=red]"Heh, showtime..."[/color] She chuckled to herself as she began closing up the hatches again, having made sure the internals would run as smooth as possible. Weird to think that after all this time, all these millennia of war, they might be the ones to finally close this chapter. Red looked up, watching the rest of the armored division also working on their suits. The armored divisionalways did attract a certain type of character. Loud, boisterous and just a tad bit suicidal... You'd have to be, if you wanted to perform as an effective shocktrooper. [color=red]"You chucklefucks better have those suits up and ready in a half hour, or I'm gonna come back and finish the job using your skull... Y'got that?"[/color] Red huffed, getting a few gruff grunts in response and more than a few middle fingers flipped her way. They were a rough bunch, but probably the closest thing Red ever had to any semblance of a family. Tossing a dirty rag across her shoulder, she walked up to one of the walls and flicked on one of the myriad of monitors lining the wall. It showed a live feed of the portal they were currently approaching. What would they find on the other side? A planet? Asteroids? Or did the bugs just propagate themselves on nomadic vessels? Whatever the case, if it was up to Red, they'd fire every nuke they carried until they glassed whatever was on the other side. Sighing deeply, she turned off the monitor and turned to face the busy hangar again. Everybody was still working on the final details... God only knew what they'd be facing in the next hour or so.[/color]