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Bug clenched his fist once more, trying to exorcise the dark thoughts he was feeling at this moment. Things were looking bad for the time being, and extremely annoying. Not only the other side had gained a surprise pilot, it seemed that the Powerpuff Girl was having issues. And that damn Minerva still wished to be the star of the show...while neglecting how poorly she was treating everyone else. 

"Please, that title means nothing to the Cruxi, senior. I'm a cadet as the rest of you." He quickly shot down Minerva's pathetical attempt at trying to rile him up. Or was her sheer blithe ignorance speaking for her? He would never know.

[i]Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look upon them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death.[/i] He thought as he tried to calm herself. "Dame Stella, would you kindly handle dame Gene's well being?"

"Input acknowledged." Stella said, as she began to try and keep Serah stabilized, bringing some cloth to wipe Serah's sweat, very carefully. "Are you hurt. Do you need medicine, Gene Serah, Cadet? Or...tummy rubs?" The gynoid replied.

He coughed and steadied himself, before shooting a last glare at Minerva. [i]There was something unsettling in his stare, something that went beyond the dissociated stares of veterans. Something downright [b]putrid[/b] in his stare, for the briefest moment.[/i] A small smile followed afterwards, his mask resuming stance.

"Three groups. Discount me on mobility. My Mech is not geared towards being fast and furious. I took the maxim of the [i]White Death[/i], one of Humanity's most successful snipers in making it. Running it alongside the rest of the team it'll be a waste of potential. So I will be solo, and I expect no backup on that regard. Area denial hidden sniper. I won't claim the glory of it either. You all can do all the rest of the strategies. Mine will be to be a [i]complete pain in the ass[/i], hiding, biding my time and then hammering them with my fully charged Particle Cannon."

He paused. "And since I'm going solo and giving myself the importance this way, I'll take on Sleeping Thunder. I believe I have a chance in doing so. And if I'm shot down it doesn't affect the strategy of the rest of the team." He paused. "You are going to say how? You're just a jerk with a vomit green mecha! Let's have a closer look, shall we?"

He produced a simulation of the Sleeping Thunder, a 3d external scan, as he spun it. "Behold, the White Whale." He then started to trace a finger through the cannons and weapons. "This thing is an entire platoon of fire. Which means it also carries the ammunition of an entire platoon in that spider legged frame of this."

"You don't place ammo depots in the middle of bases for a certain reason. Yes, I'm thinking what you are thinking. In the effort to go bigger and meaner, Sleeping Thunder has gained a weakness that no other Framewerk has but battleships do. Points where a good, high energy hit can set off a chain reaction and cook off it's ammo. And a gun without ammo is a piece of junk that wears down. If you can land a good hit on the feeders of the guns, chances are you will silence that weapon for the duration of the battle. Plus it will set Sleeping thunder on fire. Win win."

He then continued. "Moving on. We can't know what kind of danger is the new guy, so it's better to remove him fast. If you see the opportunity to take him out, do it so promptly before he can even think of coordinating with his own team." He paused.

"Alright, now for the duet of the jammer and the teacher's pet mech. I feel sorry for dame Elora, but she has showed me her framewerk. Kinda funny, egg shaped and packed with transmitters and detectors. The other is more of an unknown, is it one of those Tenebr-Tevranian folks? They have... a distinct doctrine from humans, who are persistence hunting. Now, hear me out. Each sentient being is its own world, but one cannot escape the species own...inclinations. Expect it to coming guns blazing whenever there's a hot scuffle somewhere else because they're pretty empathetic. But that's not the main...idea I have about it. You see, I know that there's only one thing that can jam permanently all frequencies, and that frame is not a star core so it is physically impossible to jam everything. It will not jam the visual spectrum, so you can do optical signals in short range to compensate the lack of coordination it will bring. It's not perfect and if the enemy team finds out it will be easy enough to intercept, but I'm tossing out the chance here. If Sir Quinn would indulge me, there's something he could try. A wide range spectrum analyzer will identify the jamming frequencies easily enough... as well as whatever dame Liu'un is using to push it through to coordinate her team. Hopefully."

"Regarding Elora, she'll be difficult to spot on the battle, as she won't be firing unless she has to. So we need a good...tag player. Wonder if Dame Gene will be up to the task? That'd draw cadet Liu'un out of the worst by playing a game of tag. I'll even fund whatever sweets need to drown the bad moment. Dame Gene likewise is our main scouting so she'll be buzzing around fro and forth, so hopefully it's not too much of a burden to her task."

"As for the brunt of the force, I concur mainly with Minerva because that's more sweat than technical work. Speed and Stealth will work in this case. We have a lot of frontliners. Mother Goose will just need to advance and tank hits. Be wary though Goose can be vulnerable to Hacking and jamming, so it'd be great to have a minder nearby to avoid the worst case scenario."

He chuckled ever so slightly.
"To be fair I feel tempted to cling to Dame Stella's skirt as Cockroach and use it as my sniping cover. It seems good and sturdy enough in that regard. That is only if I can't find suitable cover." He sighed. "Well, this is a good chance as any. We can be as stupid or as smart without other consequences, or as good or as vile we wish. Sky's the limit. Battlefield doesn't give second chances. This simulation does. Now, let us perfect our craft, hm?"

He then gave a last look at the room, and carefully went near cadet Gene, even if his hand ever twitched so slightly. The damn gynoid phobia was going to be an issue this battle, he could feel it. "Hey, feeling better, Dame Gene?" He said.