[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Space[/color][/h1][h3][color=f26522]HLLV[/color][/h3]
[color=a187be]Tyr Fin[/color], Everin Skye, Gabriel Seth, Deryk Orgs
[sub][@Crosswire][@CMDR Adamantium][/sub][/center]
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While watching over the suits disembarking from the rockets, the usual chatter could be heard through the radio. Those new to the experience were still adjusting their suit appropriately while veterans bored of the loss of gravity freed themselves of the rocket and moved away from them. He didn't expect however was his radio to crackle out an excited scream from the legless girl. Now processing what she had said over the rest of the rabble, he turned to see her flag flying off, the blue light of the thrusters covering its silhouette. [color=a187be]"Damn it fish, don't rush on ahead! All deploying squads, collect yourselves and follow suit! Gabriel with me!"[/color] Given her speed, she could easily enter the debris field before his mobile armor could catch up, he'd need the numerous sensors on the scavenger's suit if they passed a particularly dead zone of the field. He shifted his armor around, pointing at the fading blue light of the thrusters and engaged his own, bracing appropriately against the familiar acceleration of his 5 thrusters.

As he had expected, the suit ahead of him entered before his mobile armor had, and the sensors of his armor began to act out, with the radio messages from the rocket spaced out by static, while Gabriel's approaching suit could contact him reasonably well. [color=a187be]"Small Sky, regroup at the edge of the debris field now, that's an order."[/color] With the movement of the field being erratic, there was no clear view of the suit, and now at the edge of the field he waited for the scavenger to catch up before he would continue, already knowing this was a mere glimpse of the insubordination he'd have to deal with. Perhaps the colonies could provide her an adequate lesson in following orders.