[center][h1]Lieutenant Commander Johann "Rhino" Von Brandt[/h1][/center]

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Johann snorted in amusement when Commie suggested a bit of good old fashioned treachery, joking naturally. Being the token Heavy pilot did lead to overrules more often than not, if for no other reason than where his MAS was best suited often times was hard to have experimental or underarmored frames follow along. Such was taking up armoring the Secutor as a challenge, as he was accused of by his ground crew on more than one occasion, though he gave a mock shrug before responding to the jest by playing along. 

[color=lightblue]"We'll see how our illustrious leadership does, and talk later if things need shaken up a little. I'm good to go as soon as everything is loaded up."[/color] He downed the last of his coffee at that point, ten minutes would be enough time to load up explosives and get the laser communication sorted out. Still meant mounting up and getting ready to get underway, though he had the luxury of not having to shrug off a jacket or anything excessive. Leah chiming in on backing Option Three basically would have cemented it, though no bonus points for sticking to her guns, not that it mattered much in that regard. Who kept track of bonus points these days, anyways? When the order was given they were gone in ten, Rhino would make himself scarce. He had a MAS to tend to, which mostly meant mounting up as the last minute modifications and explosives were loaded up.

[color=lightblue]"Right, you got the list already, get those explosives loaded up on the aft bracing, the left arm can access there without interfering with the 170. Get the lift over here, I'll mount up and monitor from the cockpit."[/color] Rhino was coordinating with his ground crew the moment he left the tent, directing where the explosives were to be loaded for quick access, and lack of intrusive placement, while getting up in the cockpit to make sure the laser communicator was operating soundly. Rabbit was bitching, again, but the world would be a bit more wrong if she wasn't, still, he replied casually, having snuck some rest in while he could before they had regrouped for the mission chatter.

[color=lightblue]"What, no bragging the bags are designer? For shame, Rabbit. This is why I get in my sleep where I can, never know when it'll get interrupted."[/color] Rhino operated on the assumption that he was always going to have to go long without sleep, and unlike the rest of the team, he stubbornly avoided Rip-Gel until it was unavoidable. That wasn't even including the combat stimms, approved or not, also being indulged in. His methods required a steady hand, and the Gel fucked with that something awful, and it made good material for organizing swaps and trades with other units. It'd be a waste to suck it down like it was going out of style, though for now it was time to focus. Getting the Secutor upright was a [i]bitch[/i] and a half under ideal circumstances, and it was the one complaint he would always have. Not like there was a solution, though, but even he had to get in his complaints where he could.

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[i][color=lightblue]"...four little mechs stomping a long..."[/color][/i]

With comms down, Rhino was humming a song under his breath, well in the rear of the formation of MAS as they advanced into the jamming and complete loss of most conventional senses. It wasn't pleasant, but that was to be expected, but it made him acutely aware of just how [i]loud[/i] the Secutor was. Under normal circumstances, the roar of weapons fire, rapid thumps of micro-missile launches, constant rain of weapon's fire shattering and deflecting from his layers of armor made it easy to forget he was in at forty-ish feet of heavy metal and heavier arms. He was sticking to the deeper ruins and shadows, focused on avoiding collisions and grinding against the wrecks he used to break up his profile and obscure him from view. The 170mm was stowed, that was too loud, too obvious, too [i]distinct[/i] to safely use, even if it was just to swat a drone out of the air, he was going to have to rely on his allies to handle things more than he cared for usually. Too much time spent at the front did that, he supposed.

[i][color=lightblue]"...four little mechs creeping and calm..."[/color][/i]

Rabbit came to a halt, Rhino also stopping and settling as deep into the shadow as he could, spotting what had brought them to a halt. MAS patrol, seems the diversion hadn't brought everyone to the party after all, and these Coalition pilots decided it was better to go out for a stroll. Right into the path of their continued approach, it seemed, and he focused on identifying whether or not they were going to be in the way or not. If the patrol was just crossing their path, they could wait and let them pass, but if they were heading this way they would either need dealt with, or they would have to try and evade out of sight. Which would be a funnier thought if stealth wasn't as important as it was to their mission currently. The humming died down, letting the silence fill the cockpit, ready to follow the team's lead at a moment's notice.