Feanulde sighed as she reached the area holding their suits. They, of course, didn't need any further checks, and the rational voice in the back of her mind told her that any corrections she made were liable to do more harm than good in light of that, but the irrational part demanded occupation with a potentially complex task to settle her nerves. Without the constant guiding pressure of Totality directives, the latter had its way far more often than she cared to admit.

Nobody had cared to follow her after she pursued Veep. That could be a good or a bad thing. She considered these implications as she collected a few diagnostic devices; stowed for transport as they were, there was fairly little she could do with the MAS, but there were still some smaller tasks she could redo. They didn't feel her an imminent threat to Veep. This was technically good, but also highlighted another of her anxieties about the upcoming battle. Many of the other members of the team were hardened combat veterans; Feanulde, on the other hand, was an engineer whose main job was to avoid direct engagement with the enemy for the vast bulk of her career. She was less competent than the rest of them in this regard and [i]painfully[/i] aware. 

It also meant that they felt no need to follow up on any emotional distress they detected. This, of course, could mean they simply detected none, which was mixed but ultimately good in her mind. It could also mean that they cared little enough for her wellbeing to check, which was bad. It also meant none of them had detected it and decided to take advantage in some way, which was good.

Lack of information. Speculation is inefficient. No point.

She returned herself to her tasks. Idle systems responded normally. Visual inspection revealed no loose connections or hairline fractures. Attempts to start up were correctly interrupted by detecting they were in stowage. No obvious electrical faults, even after probing with her innate abilities. The blood and sinew of the systems were hale and hearty, to put it another way, the bones strong and the skin tough. 

Strong enough to face the Totality? Maybe. A part of her didn't believe it. The Totality lived up to its name. It was everything. It encompassed all technology, all power, all knowledge and all force. That niggling doubt that anything could be done about them resurfaced and was promptly drowned once more by the very same entity's continued influence on her thought patterns, the useless thought discarded in service of the greater whole that was now her team. 

Before she realized, she was out of checks to do again. [color=6ecff6]"Damn."[/color]