[center][h1]Lieutenant Commander Johann "Rhino" Von Brandt[/h1][/center] [hr] [color=lightblue]<>[/color] Rhino kept to the 7ths private comms when replying to Vulture, monitoring their surroundings as the rest of the group filtered in. Rabbit complaining like normal, Hex had made it back in spite of the damaged comms, and with everyone falling into formation, Rhino stayed true to his word and brought up the rear. Compared to those who had taken damage, he could basically confirm that nothing had gotten through the multiple layers of defenses and armor, though replacing armor would still take time and effort. Fortunately the Field Repair Suite would make short work of that, odds were his frame would be one of the last to go through refit and repair since it was practically designed to be rebuilt from near total failure conditions. All that being considered, it was going to be a long, boring march, but at least they weren't slogging it on foot like the infantry had to. He didn't envy them one bit, especially since he got to sit behind thick, sturdy layers of armor, reflex shielding, and some of the biggest weapons MAS units could typically deploy with. [hr] Rhino was humming to himself, having silenced the comms as to not annoy the rest of the 7th, as their collective MAS units marched along. It was an old song that commemorated an ancient wreck from before humanity crossed the stars, if his family was to be believed, but regardless of how exaggerated that was it was damned catchy. Kept him alert, too, since that meant he wasn't just idling as the 7th continued to march. Though once they had eyes on the hidden encampment deep in the not quite megafauna forest, room for the lighter frames to fly and maneuver if need be. Secutor, though? That'd be the monster tearing through the underbrush, relatively speaking, though given the amount of effort going into keeping everything from being detected that should not be necessary for the immediate future. Unsurprisingly Rabbit and Hex had first go at the repair trailers, and he crouched Secutor low to allow the netting to be put into place. As the systems dropped into standby, he made sure to keep the Field Repair Suite warm and exhaled, allowing himself a few moments of quiet to relax before putting on his usual face and dismounting. Lowering down to the ground, Johann dropped down onto the ground proper, stretching and giving the tech beginning to survey and log what needed changed and altered. [color=lightblue]"Revenant FRS is warmed up when Secutor is next for the shop, munitions are the main concern by my estimate. Especially the CIWS, Coalition was determined to get their money worth out of their missile systems today."[/color] Johann let the technicians and support crew do their work, instead noting that the other pilots were already disembarked. Boss was waylaid by the lead technician, probably getting an ETA on when they should be ready to deploy again. Given the nasty beating that Rabbit and Hex took, they had time to get some rest in. Still, the teasing from Sabine had already started in earnest, about Leah being bailed out by their ranking FNG. He chimed in as he walked over, already eying up the supply tent, mainly for its purpose as a mess tent, and he had every plan to go get himself a cup of coffee before trying to catch a few hours sleep. Not like he would get the luxury that easily, but he could at least try. [color=lightblue]"Talking a lot of shit for having clipped wings Sab, found the most recent gimmick the hard way out there. Going to go grab a cup of coffee and kick my feet up, someone give me a shout if something comes up, yeah?"[/color] Johann would make good on his word, turning and making a beeline for the mess tent. One would think coffee wouldn't be the most conducive to getting some rest, but the Secutor's pilot would disagree. At this point the stuff didn't even get his pulse going at all, a near constant preference for the stuff made the levels of caffeine in the coffee practically a non concern, it was a minor comfort at this point. He would know the war effort was well and truly fucked if coffee became unavailable, everything ran on coffee whether folks admitted it or not after all. It was never good, mind you, but it was there and that was all that mattered to Johann as he went to hunt down a cup, hell he'd brew it himself if he had to. After that, well, the one thing that everyone learned how to do eventually. Get in some rest where he could, at least before someone decided 'something coming up' meant literally anything and interrupted every few minutes.