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Ari woke up to the senation of being sent flying from her bunk, colliding with an adjacent bunk with a thud. A gasp of pain escaped her as she began to slowly stumble to her feet, trying to figure out what was going on. She couldn't quite comprehend the situation at hand, but her mind reminded her of Tom's advice "Don't think, just do!" So, when the alert to go to battle stations sounded, she didn't hesitate in the slightest. Her locker flew open, and her flight suit was pulled on in under 5 seconds, probably a new record for her. She grabbed her sidearm after that, along with its holster, and affixed it to her hip. One extra magazine, one reload, was shoved into the boot of her flight suit before she turned to start sprinting out of the room. She was in top physical shape, and nobody wanted to slow down the pilots of one of the ship's principal means of self defense, so it was mere minutes before she was sprinting up to the Astelion in the hangar. Looking it over, she released a low whistle, noting it wasn't quite all the way patched up.
A few new hull plates had been welded on and shaped to the MAS, and she couldn't help but note all the little imperfections that covered the hull as the heat damage from the missile had left the airframe warped in some places. It'd work though, at least based on her initial survey, and so she looked over to note that some of the engineers were already prepping for an emergency launch. Absently, she noted the Astelion was a base gun-metal grey up front from where the paint had been burned off by the missile. It was certainly the least of her worries, but it served as an ominous reminder of the fact that she had to be much more careful in the coming battle. There wasn't too much separating her from death, and this time the Astelion wouldn't be in good enough to adsorb another hit. This time, she had to be absolutely flawless in execution, dodge every single shot, or the 7th would lose the Astelion, and Ari would lose her life.
Schwiss ran over, reporting in a quick rattle "Ari, she's had her wings clipped a bit. We replaced her shields and the Tesla Drive is fully functional, but you've only got, by my estimate, 'bout 65% on your hull integrity. X-50s are fine though, and so are your engines and the NAV and Targetting AIs, so you should be fine. Be careful though, all your redundant systems are fried, so you don't have a backup if something goes up. So, keepin it short, don't get shot again little lady. My team and I can fix many things, and we've done our best, but now you must do your part. We can't patch you or the Astelion back together if you blow up out amongst the stars, and Tori would sure hate to see her beloved suit and its lovely young pilot blow up in a rain of debris." Ari nodded along to Schwiss and replied "I don't intend to die, but thanks Schwiss."
She ran into the Astelion and booted up, the system readoubts quickly displaying themselves before her. She noted, with a grimace, Schwiss hadn't mentioned that increased power output was required to make all the systems function at the moment. So, now not only was overheating something that may happen if she pushed her limits, but her operational ceiling had probably lowered. She shrugged though, neither of those thigns would matter as long as she didn't flirt with her maximum flight time. That in mind, and given what she was hearing about the conflict over the COMs, she wasn't worried at all about that part of the flight. Based on what she knew from the sims, and her first engagement, she supposed this wouldn't be a long battle. The Lincoln would win or lose, they would all live or die, and it'd probably all be over in under an hour. She didn't have time to keep thinking on this however as Trapp called for the team to sound off and, listening in, she became acutely aware of something rather odd to notice at that time. She'd never been given a call-sign or even a team nick-name, so she still sounded off "Williams, Stocked, Locked and ready to Rock."
With that, she was hooked up to the magnetic catapult, and she got ready for another heavy insert. The speed struck her and she grinned as she was sent flying from the ship into space. The wires disconnecting and her systems changing appearance to register that were only faintly noticed as she hurtled into space. She noted that she was at least just as maneuvarable as before as shew as able to right her orientation a little quicker than before, probably a result of having done it once before. It was only half a second faster, nothing to most people, but she'd alreayd noticed that combat pilots lived and died by half seconds. By being just a half second faster than your opponent, you could land a shot before they could dodge, or slide out of the way by the skin of your teeth. It was all by the skin of your teeth, mere half seconds separated those who were alive from those who weren't. She noted the enemy MAS and immediately flipped out her cannons, beginning to analyze it for possible weaknesses. Its frame was solid, but maybe that would be its weakness then, and it was experimental, so something could short out. She couldn't depend on that though, and reported "That one....we weren't briefed on it in training. Think we can try and salvage whatever's left after this, sir? I'd love to take a look at it from an engineer's standpoint."
A few new hull plates had been welded on and shaped to the MAS, and she couldn't help but note all the little imperfections that covered the hull as the heat damage from the missile had left the airframe warped in some places. It'd work though, at least based on her initial survey, and so she looked over to note that some of the engineers were already prepping for an emergency launch. Absently, she noted the Astelion was a base gun-metal grey up front from where the paint had been burned off by the missile. It was certainly the least of her worries, but it served as an ominous reminder of the fact that she had to be much more careful in the coming battle. There wasn't too much separating her from death, and this time the Astelion wouldn't be in good enough to adsorb another hit. This time, she had to be absolutely flawless in execution, dodge every single shot, or the 7th would lose the Astelion, and Ari would lose her life.
Schwiss ran over, reporting in a quick rattle "Ari, she's had her wings clipped a bit. We replaced her shields and the Tesla Drive is fully functional, but you've only got, by my estimate, 'bout 65% on your hull integrity. X-50s are fine though, and so are your engines and the NAV and Targetting AIs, so you should be fine. Be careful though, all your redundant systems are fried, so you don't have a backup if something goes up. So, keepin it short, don't get shot again little lady. My team and I can fix many things, and we've done our best, but now you must do your part. We can't patch you or the Astelion back together if you blow up out amongst the stars, and Tori would sure hate to see her beloved suit and its lovely young pilot blow up in a rain of debris." Ari nodded along to Schwiss and replied "I don't intend to die, but thanks Schwiss."
She ran into the Astelion and booted up, the system readoubts quickly displaying themselves before her. She noted, with a grimace, Schwiss hadn't mentioned that increased power output was required to make all the systems function at the moment. So, now not only was overheating something that may happen if she pushed her limits, but her operational ceiling had probably lowered. She shrugged though, neither of those thigns would matter as long as she didn't flirt with her maximum flight time. That in mind, and given what she was hearing about the conflict over the COMs, she wasn't worried at all about that part of the flight. Based on what she knew from the sims, and her first engagement, she supposed this wouldn't be a long battle. The Lincoln would win or lose, they would all live or die, and it'd probably all be over in under an hour. She didn't have time to keep thinking on this however as Trapp called for the team to sound off and, listening in, she became acutely aware of something rather odd to notice at that time. She'd never been given a call-sign or even a team nick-name, so she still sounded off "Williams, Stocked, Locked and ready to Rock."
With that, she was hooked up to the magnetic catapult, and she got ready for another heavy insert. The speed struck her and she grinned as she was sent flying from the ship into space. The wires disconnecting and her systems changing appearance to register that were only faintly noticed as she hurtled into space. She noted that she was at least just as maneuvarable as before as shew as able to right her orientation a little quicker than before, probably a result of having done it once before. It was only half a second faster, nothing to most people, but she'd alreayd noticed that combat pilots lived and died by half seconds. By being just a half second faster than your opponent, you could land a shot before they could dodge, or slide out of the way by the skin of your teeth. It was all by the skin of your teeth, mere half seconds separated those who were alive from those who weren't. She noted the enemy MAS and immediately flipped out her cannons, beginning to analyze it for possible weaknesses. Its frame was solid, but maybe that would be its weakness then, and it was experimental, so something could short out. She couldn't depend on that though, and reported "That one....we weren't briefed on it in training. Think we can try and salvage whatever's left after this, sir? I'd love to take a look at it from an engineer's standpoint."
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Jacob wasn't as surprised as the others probably were over Aimee's dramatic reveal of her true manner of speaking, as it was familiar to him. Indeed, upon her mentioning of Terminal Pass, he couldn't help but grin almost wistfully. He did remember that, after all how could he ever forget his first near-death experience? The Pass crew, as some of the others on the Assault team had taken to calling themselves, still occasionally got together during academy. Indeed, they had been known as one of the most damn effective Assault teams around, and given the incredible competence of most teams, that was saying a lot. However, for a moment as she drug him along to meet people, he was lost in how own recollection of events.
The memory came rushing through Murphy in the time it took her to drag him over to meet with Victor, Arryn and Deuce. He'd been drug all over the place by now, not that he minded. Miss Aces here was welcome to drag him wherever she felt like it, 'cept the bedroom. After all, sharing a near-death experience with someone tended to cause bonding, whether you liked it or not. He grinned as she gave a brief introduction to all of them, and replied to Arryn after she spoke "It's alright miss, I understand. I didn't feel snubbed neither. I talk a big game about gunnery, but I'm not rather proud of the talent either. Not really something that got earned, y'know? Audie Murphy earned it, I'm just ridin off his coat-tails." He shrugged in response to that as he sat opposite Aimee and beside Deuce and Arryn. When Aimee offered to go get snacks, he replied with an easy smile "I s'pose I'll try a scone, never have had one before in m'life." True to form, Miss Aces was back pretty quick with the foods promised. But, before he dug in, he shot her a grin and added "Oh, almost forgot to answer your earlier comment, Miss Aces. Us in the pass crew lived fer a reason, right? We're all certified badasses with enough luck to make a four-leaf clover look like a black cat covered in spilled salt walking under a ladder while breaking a mirror." His little analogy done, he returned to business and at the scone in few quick bites. He couldn't help but grin more after eating it, it was pretty good for such a fancy food. He just have to return to this Starbucks sometime while they were here, see if the scones were always this good.
Then however, they were called over for the briefing, and he listened attentively as the TL went through the plan. He slowly nodded as, purely tactically, it was rather sound. Granted, he wasn't sure about Negasi's bloodline, but he didn't know the man yet, so he had no reason to distrust him in the field yet. He did, however, know the man wasn't an assault, and that Jacob was likely going to have to do the majority of the heavy lifting for the frontal assault team. He, honestly, would've preferred Suzumi as a partner, after all infinite suppression is always something you want. Though, based on the weapon preferences listed in the dossier, Negasi favored the MP5, one of H&K's best gifts to the world of special operations. The MP5 should lay down plenty of suppression, it would just be suppression that was barred by the laws of reality, unlike what Suzumi could provide. After the briefing, he was offered a COM by Arryn, which he accepted gratefully. Putting it in his ear, he walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out his M4, slinging it about his shoulder. He grabbed the tactical belt within as well and clipped it on, sliding his extra ammunition into their slots on the belt. He nodded and then double checked his 92FS, found it ready as ever, and gave a thumbs up as he said "Lineman is ready for action."
He then walked over to Sloan, casually offering his hand for a shake as he said "We'll be hittin the field together Negasi, that means I'm puttin my life in your hands, you'll have to do the same. I'll keep you alive and you keep me alive." that done, he then glanced over to Ellis, saying "Hey, uhh, Ellis right? Your piece is a 45, yeah? A revolver too. Plenty good for projecting an image, but maybe not the best for an intel man storming a building. If you want, you can trade me sidearms for this run. I can handle a revolver fine, but you may have more success with my Beretta in such close quarters."
The memory came rushing through Murphy in the time it took her to drag him over to meet with Victor, Arryn and Deuce. He'd been drug all over the place by now, not that he minded. Miss Aces here was welcome to drag him wherever she felt like it, 'cept the bedroom. After all, sharing a near-death experience with someone tended to cause bonding, whether you liked it or not. He grinned as she gave a brief introduction to all of them, and replied to Arryn after she spoke "It's alright miss, I understand. I didn't feel snubbed neither. I talk a big game about gunnery, but I'm not rather proud of the talent either. Not really something that got earned, y'know? Audie Murphy earned it, I'm just ridin off his coat-tails." He shrugged in response to that as he sat opposite Aimee and beside Deuce and Arryn. When Aimee offered to go get snacks, he replied with an easy smile "I s'pose I'll try a scone, never have had one before in m'life." True to form, Miss Aces was back pretty quick with the foods promised. But, before he dug in, he shot her a grin and added "Oh, almost forgot to answer your earlier comment, Miss Aces. Us in the pass crew lived fer a reason, right? We're all certified badasses with enough luck to make a four-leaf clover look like a black cat covered in spilled salt walking under a ladder while breaking a mirror." His little analogy done, he returned to business and at the scone in few quick bites. He couldn't help but grin more after eating it, it was pretty good for such a fancy food. He just have to return to this Starbucks sometime while they were here, see if the scones were always this good.
Then however, they were called over for the briefing, and he listened attentively as the TL went through the plan. He slowly nodded as, purely tactically, it was rather sound. Granted, he wasn't sure about Negasi's bloodline, but he didn't know the man yet, so he had no reason to distrust him in the field yet. He did, however, know the man wasn't an assault, and that Jacob was likely going to have to do the majority of the heavy lifting for the frontal assault team. He, honestly, would've preferred Suzumi as a partner, after all infinite suppression is always something you want. Though, based on the weapon preferences listed in the dossier, Negasi favored the MP5, one of H&K's best gifts to the world of special operations. The MP5 should lay down plenty of suppression, it would just be suppression that was barred by the laws of reality, unlike what Suzumi could provide. After the briefing, he was offered a COM by Arryn, which he accepted gratefully. Putting it in his ear, he walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out his M4, slinging it about his shoulder. He grabbed the tactical belt within as well and clipped it on, sliding his extra ammunition into their slots on the belt. He nodded and then double checked his 92FS, found it ready as ever, and gave a thumbs up as he said "Lineman is ready for action."
He then walked over to Sloan, casually offering his hand for a shake as he said "We'll be hittin the field together Negasi, that means I'm puttin my life in your hands, you'll have to do the same. I'll keep you alive and you keep me alive." that done, he then glanced over to Ellis, saying "Hey, uhh, Ellis right? Your piece is a 45, yeah? A revolver too. Plenty good for projecting an image, but maybe not the best for an intel man storming a building. If you want, you can trade me sidearms for this run. I can handle a revolver fine, but you may have more success with my Beretta in such close quarters."
Heck, I'm graduating HS at the end of the month.
Welp, Rookie will be having a grand 'ol time with this.
"Hey I think I can finally fight!....WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"
"Hey I think I can finally fight!....WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"
Murphy watched as more introductions ticked out, one by one, all more or less lining up with what was expected of an intro. When the other American walked in and introduced himself, Murphy had already been formulating a few Left 4 Dead jokes, as that game had been a decent part of his teenage years. Sadly for him, the other man cut him off at the pass by indicating he was in no way okay with those jokes. He sighed and allowed his eyes to cast about, looking at the various discussions beginning to unfold around him as the various members of the team began to talk to one another and get to know each-other. Suzumi and the TL, Ellis and Nellie the sniper, everyone seemed to be pairing off pretty quickly, so it would behoove him to do so as well. However, of them, who had piqued his interest enough to warrant a talk?
Maybe the driver, Aimee she'd said her name was, or "Lady Ascension". She was a real wizard with vehicles, though he did recall her being rather quirky back during the academy. However, he also recalled her incredible skill with anything that moved, from planes to choppers to armored vehicles. He remembered once their chopper had begun to malfunction in mid-air, and he'd prepped to jump out with a fast-rope and hope for the best, along with the others moving with him. However, despite what should've been a game-ending malfunction, not only did she get them to their target, but she stayed on station long enough to get them out too. Based on that memory alone, he'd happily entrust his life to the girl, and that was good as, if ever WAS caught out of her vehicle, she'd have to do the same with him.
He approached her then, an easy smile on his face, and pulled up a seat next to her. Grabbing his jacket over and setting it on the table next to him, he gave a slight smile. Not that they'd know it, but this was actually a pretty substantial show of trust for Jacob, when given that he barely knew her. Sure, he wasn't some paranoid shell-shocked vet, but he did like to be safe in his line of work. So, it was a big deal that he had set his jacket, and thus his gun, further out of reach than if it were just around the chair. With that easy smile persisting, he asked her "So, Lady Ascension, or would you prefer me to call you Aimee? I remember ridin with you a few times back in Academy, glad to see you're here too. So, whaddya think about all this then?" With that, he gestured to the others before continuing "Seem like a good enough lot to me, so far at least. We'll all be trusting you, but I don't have a problem with it. You're the best damn wheel-woman, pilot, whatever I've ever had the pleasure of experiencin."
Maybe the driver, Aimee she'd said her name was, or "Lady Ascension". She was a real wizard with vehicles, though he did recall her being rather quirky back during the academy. However, he also recalled her incredible skill with anything that moved, from planes to choppers to armored vehicles. He remembered once their chopper had begun to malfunction in mid-air, and he'd prepped to jump out with a fast-rope and hope for the best, along with the others moving with him. However, despite what should've been a game-ending malfunction, not only did she get them to their target, but she stayed on station long enough to get them out too. Based on that memory alone, he'd happily entrust his life to the girl, and that was good as, if ever WAS caught out of her vehicle, she'd have to do the same with him.
He approached her then, an easy smile on his face, and pulled up a seat next to her. Grabbing his jacket over and setting it on the table next to him, he gave a slight smile. Not that they'd know it, but this was actually a pretty substantial show of trust for Jacob, when given that he barely knew her. Sure, he wasn't some paranoid shell-shocked vet, but he did like to be safe in his line of work. So, it was a big deal that he had set his jacket, and thus his gun, further out of reach than if it were just around the chair. With that easy smile persisting, he asked her "So, Lady Ascension, or would you prefer me to call you Aimee? I remember ridin with you a few times back in Academy, glad to see you're here too. So, whaddya think about all this then?" With that, he gestured to the others before continuing "Seem like a good enough lot to me, so far at least. We'll all be trusting you, but I don't have a problem with it. You're the best damn wheel-woman, pilot, whatever I've ever had the pleasure of experiencin."
Is much good, oyasuminasai minna
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