[color=7b8973][h3]SPC "Mikey" Rangel[/h3][hr][/color][hr]Her heart was pounding, her face felt locked in place, but her hands were steady. They had a plan. Last time, no one had known the fight was coming, no one was prepared, no one had a plan. Things had been pure chaos. And--even then, they had handled it. This time, they knew what they were heading into. They were organized, and they had a clear objective.

[i][color=7b8973]How can we lose, right?[/color][/i]

Mikey knocked lightly on the wood of her rifle.

Then, out of the endless starscape of Mirage Space, the world rushed towards her. Mikey half-fell forward, coming to her knees even as she raised Angel Duster skyward. 

From what she had been told, Arms Masters could survive trauma that would kill most people without a Noble Arm. Particularly powerful Arms Masters had been known to survive direct rifle hits to the head or heart; a good number of them, she had observed, wore no protection at all, presumably trusting in their powers to keep them alive. Mikey was [i]not[/i] a particularly powerful Arms Master as such things were judged--and even if she had been, she probably would still have insisted on wearing the armored vest. That same awareness of her own relative weakness also dictated her tactics.

Mikey had acquired her target almost instantly. That was simpler than it might sound, given that she was aiming at the carrier's bridge. Her shot was good, and a moment after the little .30 round pinged the radar Mikey dropped to all fours on the roof. 

(Wait, didn't they have a weird boat name for the roof? [color=7b8973][i]Nevermind--I do not have time for this.[/i][/color])

The brass casing shone in the sun; as she caught the ejected bullet out of the air, it expanded into a whorl of color that resolved into the form of a six-round grenade launcher. [i]Pwmp-pwmp-pwmp-pmwp-pwmp-pmwp[/i]--she pumped the rounds into the PLA troops prepared ambush. Impenetrable white smoke rose from where the rounds hit. Mikey didn't know the bulkhead from the head as far as ships were concerned, but she wasn't stupid enough to use high explosives indiscriminately on a flight deck surrounded by thousands of gallons of jet fuel, and she hoped that the troops manning those weapons would be at least as smart given the lack of visibility.

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