Location: Royal Palace Landing Pad, Mars
The Havikka unclasped herself from her flight seat, having meditated throughout the journey. Apart from the ascent and descent periods, space travel was very quiet when one was by themselves. The opportune time to meditate on one's life. She had relaxed and allowed her mind to wander, until she made her peace with the images it brought forth. She saw her parents, her comrades, men she'd killed and people she'd saved... and failed to save. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Mars. Home of the Grays. Once red, now green.
She felt it was time to get herself more acquainted with everything. She proceeded out of her cabin, and ascended the latter. Once again following the signs, Mdazi made her way to the medical bay, where she had stowed her equipment before. That was the focus of her current endeavors - putting every medicine, every tool, every scalpel and syringe in its place.
Satisfied, the doctor focused her mind on her next task. Remembering Harlow's notes on ship comms, she sought the medbay's comms panel, and dialed up a connection to Abigail herself.
"Harlow? Please report to the medical bay at your convenience."
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Location: Space, en route to Mars
"Well, Barca, you've made a mess, and caused us undue danger. I want you to keep a low profile from here on out, understand? You do what I say, when I say it. I'll have no more nonsensical violence unless absolutely necessary. Anyway, let's get on-task, shall we?"
Killchain powered up the ship as everyone took their seats on the bridge. Soon, the ship took off, got clear of Saturn City, and engaged lightspeed. As soon as that was done, Killchain ran his mouth off again, asking for a briefing before his ADHD-raddled mind once again turned to weaponry. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Can you focus on the mission, Killchain? We can discuss kit later. When we need it. IF we need it."
She cleared her throat, and turned to the assembled crew.
"Our first task is simple. We're not going to get anywhere near the grave, but we have a contact who can. Once we get to Mars, Killchain and Kobayashi will park us in low Martian orbit, with an inclination so that we will orbit above the Royal Palace. Once there, I will make contact with Carter Addison, who will proceed to the grave and send us pictures and descriptions of anything of importance."
She gave Killchain the side-eye. "We are not strafing anything or anyone, nor are we exhuming the body."
Carly turned back to the crew. "That is the plan. Once we have the data beamed up to us, we'll determine the location of the next clue and proceed there with haste. Any questions?"
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Location: Space, en route to Martian Transponder Buoy
Savis rubbed his temples. "Fine. We'll go with that. I'm not fond of the Shadowguard, but we'll just have to see how they react."
He moved one hand down to his belt and the other to his chin, giving it a good rub.
"Here are your orders. Goodchild, I want you to start running infiltration simulations based on every piece of data we can pull on the gravesite. Astorix, you're going to help her with that. Goodchild can link to your HUD if necessary to give detailed boots-on-the-ground strategy. Archle, keep monitoring comms, especially so when we get close to that buoy. If this 'Trinity' does ring us, patch it through to Matia, but monitor the transmission as well. I don't want any shady shit tracing back to us. Once Matia finishes her shower, if she sees you before I catch her, tell her to that she'll be helping with you, Astorix and Goodchild. I want her to focus on specific combat scenarios."
With that, Savis put both hands on his belt. "In the meanwhile, I'm going to be tinkering with our weapons systems. You have your orders. If one of you encounters an issue, inform me immediately. Dismissed."