Silverwind had made his way to his quarters, and donned his GEAR pilots' suit, moving quickly after his meeting with Amelia. Following this, he'd confirmed the last details with the captain and other senior crew of the Landcruiser, before signing out his personal weapons and survival equipment from the quartermaster, before heading for the hangar bay, well due for the launch time for the op.
Already, his GEAR was stood waiting. He saw that one of the newer members of the group, one of the two who'd joined only the week before, had their GEAR on the move already and was putting it through its' paces under the watchful eye of the techs. It wasn't a surprise; the machine was the oldest in the unit. The [I]Peril[/i]-class of GEAR had been the predecessor to the [I]Harlock[/i]-class, and they were beginning to be replaced themselves. It was more than unusual to see a [i]Peril[/i] outside of support or training corps, let alone on the front line. But on the other hand of it, Arcade had shown he knew how to handle his machine, and between the split of GEARs and equipment in the unit, they were in a position to maximise the machines' strengths, and cover it weaknesses. As it was, of course, with all their machines. After all, no GEAR was perfect. And neither was any pilot, despite many people he'd seen act or claim to the contrary.
Abandoning the line of thought as he turned away, the one-eyed fox gave a thumbs up to the rabbit technician at the foot of the [i]Harlock[/i] as she grinned and gave a casual salute.
"All ready for you, sir. We made sure everything's checked, tuned and adjusted as much as possible. And we even vaccumed the seat and changed the air freshener."
He chuckled slightly and gave her a nod. 
"I know you'll have done a great job as always. Thanks for all your work. I'll try and make sure it comes back in the same condition too".
She chuckled back and raised an eyebrow. "That'd be a first, sir. But good luck".
Chuckling and swishing his tail, he climbed up the hand-and-foot holds to the GEAR's cockpit, and secured himself to the linear frame chair, after donning his helmet. A handful of switches, and the hatch powered closed and sealed with a hiss, before the instruments came to life, the big panoramic screen warming up to show a 270-degree view of the outside for the entire height of the hatch, and the array of controls at his left and right hands coming to life. Moments later, his visor display filled with overlaid icons, and tags appeared on the screen display to boot.
The hum of power throbbed from the powerplant on the GEARs' back and through his seat, and a series of green icons and a pleasantly neutral female voice informed him that all umbilicals were disconnected. 
Taking up the slack on both joysticks and in the linear frame, the GEAR seemed to straighten up as the electron-muscular fibres contracted with power flowing through, and Silverwind took a few steps, the GEARs' feet thumping against the deck-plates, moving to stand alongside Arcades' machine. 
"Ready to move out?" he called over to the other GEAR through a laser-linked line. "Just gotta wait fer all the slowpokes ta get here"