[center][h3][color=aaaaaa]Katrina Blut[/color][/h3][color=aaaaaa][b]Location:[/b][/color] Briefing room[/center][hr]If she was to be honest with herself, Katrina did not know what to expect of joining a merc band. It could have been a pirate crew pointed in the right direction. It could have been more about drinking beer together and occasionally shooting some stuff. It could have been a band that was about to go on a tour of the galaxy, showing it the [i]real[/i] meaning of metal. She did [b]not[/b] expect a military-esque style. What was the point of joining this rather than the military then? To do the same thing, only in more hazardous conditions and none of the logistical support. She had the distinct feeling she has been screwed.

As the piece of dry bisket that they were to call commander droned on, Kat was looking at the sketchy intel. Cicadas and Locusts. Both could do over a hundred kliks per hour, assuming they were well maintained. Bastards were not going to be easy to hit. At this point she thought that towing a small asteroid and dropping it at the pirate base was going to be the best solution. Of course, that would apparently be against some of her compatriots' [i]morals[/i]. A merc with morals, hah! Where the hell did they find this kid, and did noone teach him the Ares conventions were repealed four succession wars ago? Not to mention they never covered pirates.

[color=aaaaaa]"I wouldn't count on the land being flat at all. Since the planet has been left to be rained upon by asteroids, it'll be closer to a moonscape, or perhaps Mars. Plenty of ridges and craters to get ambushed from behind. Also, if the atmosphere is as bad as it is being put, taking prisoners might not even be an option unless they just plain surrender when we show up. You get a crack in the cockpit and the radiation poisoning will be the least of your problems, you'll suffocate long before that. Speaking of, I can't exactly not notice that this ship is barely airtight. In what state of repair is the rest of the hardware? Because I'd rather enjoy asbestos cigarettes than breathe in any unweathered regolith."[/color] Kat frowned. She had half a mind to add [color=aaaaaa]'And beers when, because I did not join a merc outfit to have my [i]commander[/i] chekc if I folded my sheets.'[/color], but thought better of it - for now.