Edoric studied the board for a second, jotting down note in a small pad so he'd remember, not that he wouldn't to begin with. Leaving the room with a "good bye" and a slight bow, he dutifully walked out and to the hangar lockers, sorting out his plans in his head. He would most likely be going in first or flanking around. He used a melee-focused light NCM so flanking would presumably be a better option as going in guns-a-blazing (swords-a-blazing in his case) would probably only get himself killed. Pressing a hand against his earpiece, he talked into as he pushed open the door to the locker room,

Artfully spinning his locker combination into the rusting metal container, he opened it up to bring out his combat suit. Woven from black polymers and plastics, he suited up up and exhaled as it synced up with the implants in his body. Pushing the door into the hangar itself, he made his way to the cockpit of the Phantom Zero, taking a seat as the neural plug connected to him via an implant on the nape of his neck. His brain began to link up with the machine, notifications popping up in front of his eyes. One by one, they shot at the speed of a machine gun as they quickly loaded and turned green, only to disappear soon after. Once all the messages faded out, the hug came online, the blue overlay around the edges showed Edoric things like the power level, shield and hull strength, and how the engine was running, going to high was bad for the phantom zero and lead to many unsavory things.

With every now calibrated and ready, Edoric took the remaining check if his personal weapons where good and loaded (which being the person he was, the guns always were) and to sleep a little, he was staying up late last night going over weapon and part catalogues to request from Traore. A new stealth drive was nice, but he should probably invest in a new power drive that didn't cause his NCM to shut down if he used it too heavily. Jeanne also recommended him getting something ranged that wasn't missiles or Rocket Anchors. As his head filled with bits and pieces from catalogues, he soon lulled himself to sleep, ready to be woken at a second's notice when the time came.

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CHiyome yawned as Jeanne droned on and on about the mission. She knew what to do already, go in and burn anything that pointed a gun at her. Glad that the woman finally stopped speaking, she put the four legs of her chai back on the ground and shot up with new found energy. Bouncing around, she watched Nine briskly walk out and Edo bow to the instructor before leaving. How antisocial and cold of them! Chiyome spun around on the spot before hopping over to where Eriko was going to meet up with the rest of the group.
"Heeelloo~ Eri-poi! Are you excited to finally go on a mission?" the hyperactive girl latched her arms around white haired girl, half glomping her, half strangling her, "What's the plan fufu?"