Another engagement where all Avelyn had to do was wait it out. This rebellion stuff really was easy. When word came that the fight was over, she moved the scrap bundles aside, hoping the captain wouldn’t mind the scorch marks on the floor and went to see how the boarding team had fared. Rather well it seemed, and they even managed to convince Kherol of all people they were still with the Ascendancy, or so it seemed. Subterfuge certainly got her seal of approval. As did the battle plan, given that it was based on it. [color=#FF2E00]“Oh, this is good. We can show up, say nothing, look dangerous, grab Realist and scram. Perfect spook behavior and they won’t even question any lack of uniforms or standardized equipment. And if they don’t like it, intimidation is a thing.”[/color] Avelyn rubbed her hands, seemingly looking at another easy run and - unlike the last time - well rested and dressed for the job, and she even managed to pop into Millard’s office for a checkup and to warn him of the tech in her ears and eyes to make it easier for him if it came down to piecing her back together after something went awry. [color=#FF2E00]“Now, how much could go wrong?”[/color] She was somewhat familiar with this sort of work, having received some training on handling dissent should some soldiers oppose the ‘righteous cause’ masse. [color=#FF2E00]“If the blackout fails, I don’t mind talking holes in their heads to keep them distracted and hopefully friendly while the rest of you find our tin man.”[/color] Avelyn offered, feeling confident she could string together a line of believable enough bullshit to answer any probing questions the local mooks might have, [color=#FF2E00]“And if not, well, been a while since I maimed a bastard who actually deserved it.”[/color] she shrugged, leaning against the wall near the door and quietly humming a happy tune.