All aboard the Oneshot train! Great idea [@Bork Lazer].

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[u][b]18th March 3029, 18:32 - Sartu system, Sartu c - Federated Suns[/b][/u]

Strapped in, cooling vest working, neurohelmet linked. Don’t. Panic. Marit briefly consulted the clipboard with the cockpit’s layout she’d strapped to her thigh to make up for the lack of familiarity with the half-finished Dervish before firing it up. Nobody felt any need to rush the training, the repairs would’ve taken at least two weeks, and that’s after they found a new arm. Betty then came to life to inform Marit just how much of the ‘Mech was missing or not working, not doing her mental state any favors.

<Reactor: Online. Sensors: Online. Weapons: Error. Left arm: Destroyed.>
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ERR: ML left arm - Disconnected.
ERR: SRM 2 left arm - Disconnected.
ERR: SRM 2 right arm - Igniter failure.
ERR: Center jump jet - Propellant feed failure.
LRM ammo: Right torso 0%.
SRM ammo: Left arm N/A.
SRM ammo: Right arm 0%.
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“Yeah, I noticed.” She tried to be a smartass with the onboard computer as she dismissed the warnings taking up a good chunk of the display, only to find out her voice was trembling. Not a great start, and she was coming to regret the second bowl of Viili she had after breakfast, which was now looking to get back out due to the nerves.
“Deadstick ready. Up and at ‘em lads and lasses, Davions want their forgotten depot back.”
Then again, the Dervish wasn’t the only thing that wasn’t supposed to be in a fight yet. Most of the Sons agreed she shouldn’t have been there either. Wedge, Bear, Blaze. They were the ones who were supposed to be fighting.
“Half Pint, ready to atomize these fucks!”
Except Wedge was currently so high off her face on pain meds after the medic finished resetting her dislocated shoulder and five times broken arm back into place that all she could do was babble about shapes and colors, Blaze’s Locust was barely able to drag itself back to the pickup point and poor Bear was paste smeared across a mountainside after a failed ejection.
“Ghost, up and running. Marit, are you with us?”
She took a breath to steady her voice before replying to her mother’s inquiry, her heart racing as if trying to bash its way out of her ribcage. “Giggles, I am mobile.” She checked in, catching a glimpse of Half Pint’s Panther giving her a thumbs up.

“Bravo Lance, Kalevala. Alpha has pulled back to the depot. The hostiles have broken off pursuit, but I think they’ll be back soon. Proceed to grid square 327 Romeo 819 Juliet. Let Alpha draw them out of the rocks and into the open, we expect you to have a clear shot at their right flank once they commence their attack. Gods be with you.”
Then again, it could’ve been worse. They got over the initial surprise of unusually competent opposition, they had a good plan and she had her mother beside her and her father in her ear. The four Bravo pilots acknowledged as she subconsciously - well okay, it was intentional - kept her ‘Mech close to Idun’s Catapult.

[i]Her[/i] BattleMech.

Despite her fear, the thought brought a warm smile to Marit’s face.
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