[center][h1]Banshee[/h1][/center]

The rest of the squad were...a mixed bag, at best. Only one other pilot that bothered with any sort of comms etiquette. Probably former military, like her. The rest obviously weren't. At least everyone managed to neatly fit themselves into team compositions, though the one piece of obvious new meat had Ariela rolling her eyes. Fucking figures they'd get saddled with some wet-behind-the-ears greenhorn that couldn't even work the comlink correctly. To say nothing of her callsign. God damned mercs. 

VALKYRIE proved herself as indispensible as ever in providing information that everyone already knew, only just now forwarding a squad setup that mirrored exactly what they had chosen already. Great. Real cutting-edge piece of tech. Still, one thing crossed her mind in which the fucking AI could actually contribute for once.

[b]<<"VALKYRIE, request. Make yourself useful and set up two sub-channels in the comm-net and place our squads one in each. Less hassle if we can keep channels clearer during combat.">>[/b] With that said, she didn't bother waiting for an affirmative, instead finishing final preparations to deploy. 

[i]
Main system online.
All systems nominal.
Activating combat mode.
[/i]

The order to launch came.

[b]<<"Pilot Banshee, AUG LINEBREAKER. Deploying.">>[/b] A slight grin crossed Ariela's face as the catapult rocketed her off, following after Redknight's MORDRED. Her armor crashed into their landing zone, and it rose, rifles already primed and raised as Banshee checked their surroundings. No immediate contacts yet. Good.

[b]<<"Landing zone clear!">>[/b] She cried over the full team's comms, already checking the current topographical data and communications sensors. [b]<<"Everyone ready to die? If the opfor's not sleeping on the job, they'll notice us soon enough. Let's form up and move, no slacking!">>[/b]