[b] Major Kashvi Sikander Sadek
September 24, 2190 – 1:18 PM
Central European Standard Time
Location: Derelict Ship[/b]

Kashvi floated in an electronic reverie. In her mind's eye here marines appeared as pulsing blue dots and the civilians in blue. In the event of hostilities she calculated she could extract all the civies with the loss of two marines. Three if Prince was slow on the draw though that didn't seem likely. 


"23 percent casualties officer candidate Sadek. Do you think losing a quarter of your command is acceptable rate of loss?" The voice was the dry dispassionate tone of a grading officer back at OCS, the emotionless delivery all the more damning for it's sterility. She swam in information, watching the feeds from every suit of armor at once all she had to do was stretch out with her mind and move her people to the right places. Then the grading officer would be satisfied.


"Squad," Kashvi said, triggering the unit push for her six marines, "We are moving out. Carmicheal take point, Bashisville secure the LZ." Carmicheal consistently scored well on breach drills, so did Bashisville but the slight hesitation in her jump relegated her to ass end charlie on this one. The HUD suggested Bashisville was trying to lodge an objection but Kashvi squashed it with a flick of her eye.


"So Candidate Sadek, you have decided to divide your forces, taking inspiration from General Custer?" Kashvi ignored the grading officers carping, knowing that any decision she made would be demonstrated to be wrong. Her eye twitched spasmodically as she accepted a standard flying triangle, then adjusted it to push the wings forward to better cover the asymmetrical bay. She lamented that she hadn't bought a support weapon, but this was technically an exploration, not an assault. Well, not with that attitude. Everyone acknowledged the movement plan including, to Kashvi's surprise, Schrier.


"Heads on a swivel, even if no one shoots at us the egg heads will be interested. Break. Castle, we are advancing," she commed, the last words informing Charming and his element of their movement. Kashvi kicked off beginning a two stage progress to her first target point.


"Doctor Schrier, lead on," she encouraged, allowing the scientist to set the pace. The marines were using him as a central point for their formation, providing protection from as many angles as they could cover.

[@Cyrania]