Mike grumbled off mic about spotting duty, be seeing as he was a lighter sniper then some, and others had longer range equipment, he squashed the complaint as prowler straitened up. <understood sir, scout, wait, and charge> he replied as he checked his chainblade, the chain removed and replaced with paint soaked foam. finding his knives blunted as well, he double checked his firearms, all were loaded and operational. he rested the rifle against his shoulder and opened a trail ration. the dry hard meal replacement grinding into gravely bits of blandness before he washed them down with a gulp of water. 

weapons ready, and rested as he could ever be, he nodded to Raisa. <ready as ill ever be, you?> mike looked over at flanker, two light gears with melee weapons could do a lot of damage quickly if they needed to, as long as their momentum didn't fail. as an after thought he brought up the jumpjet tanks, but sighed in relief when the red green at 80% and batteries at 95% everything was running well.