[color=SteelBlue][center][h2]Cassius Chaplain[/h2][/center][/color] [hr] [center][youtube] https://youtu.be/ZygSY-2on0c [/youtube][/center] [hr] Cassius stared at Cody for a long second, before taking the datapad without really understanding what he meant. He continued staring at the man for a while, before Oh-Cee finally filled him in, after which his eyes lit up with drunken recognition. [color=SteelBlue][b]”Oh! Right y’are, Darlin’s onnit.”[/b][/color] He managed to blurt out as he pulled out his earpiece, and plugged it into the datapad. He pulled it out a second later, then pushed the datapad back to the man, smiling drunkenly. [color=SteelBlue][b]”Thanks buddy.”[/b][/color] He saluted the man briskly, then waited for him to get moving before following at the back of the column of pilots. He did a quick headcount of all of the pilots, in case they forgot one back at the coffeehouse. Odd though, he thought there were a lot fewer than twenty, completely unaware that he was seeing double, or triple in some cases. He just wasn’t that good at counting. He shook his head, then continued on towards the hangar, getting more inhibited with every passing step. He broke off from the group somewhere between, and took a quick detour to his room to ‘restock’ on alcohol. He left his empty canteens wherever he dropped them while fiddling around with his vest pouches, then left as quickly as he entered, once again, slightly more intoxicated than before. By the time he got to Oh-Cee, which, in itself was no small feat for Cassius, he could barely stand up straight. He grinned his ear-to-ear grin at her, even happy to see her in his drunken stupor, then stumbled up towards her, uncaring of the commotion he was making in the rapid environment that was the hangar. [color=SteelBlue][b]”Oh-Shee! Hey there darlin’, ‘ow’re you handlin’?”[/b][/color] [color=lime][b]”Pilot Cassius, get in please. I will point you in the right direction, you drive. Just like always, yes?”[/b][/color] [color=SteelBlue][b]”Y’didn’t answer! ‘Ow’re you, y’big lumpa metal and love?!”[/b][/color] He slurred as he fell against her in a massive hug, and despite the size different, he was still able to get his arms part-way around her massive bulk. [color=SteelBlue][b]”Robotish!”[/b][/color] Oh-Cee let out a loud sigh of resignation at Cassius acting like the drunken child he was, though she couldn’t outwardly react to it. [i]Yet[/i], at the very least. [color=lime][b]”Pilot Cassius, please, we are late as usual, please get insi-! Take your hands off my rear armour panels.- Please get inside, we will be left behind. I will deal with… communications with the rest of the team.”[/b][/color] [color=SteelBlue][b]”Ansah th’queschun! How’s ya little robo-butt likin’ ya chassis?”[/b][/color] [color=lime][b]”...”[/b][/color] Oh-Cee let out another, much louder sigh at Cassius, then finally relented. [color=lime][b]”It’s got some ticks that I need to sort out with you when you’re not… you. Other than that, it’s fine, get inside, [i]NOW.[/i]”[/b][/color] She emphasised the last bit, taking Cassius off guard for a second, though his drunken courage empowered him to not get intimidated by his pseudo-caretaker. Admittedly, it didn’t last long. He quickly clambered into her cockpit barely a minute later, not bothering to change into something else more suitable for combat, then strapped himself in after a few failed attempts. Oh-Cee closed her compartment, effectively suspending Cassius in darkness. He didn’t mind, and, without thinking, reached into his vest to pull out a new canteen of whiskey, then took a small swig and dropped it somewhere inside Oh-Cee. He’d find it later. Probably. [hr] [color=lime][center][h2]Oh-Cee Four/One[/h2][/center][/color] [hr] [color=lime][b]”Calibrations will begin once you’re linked in with me properly, just look as the lights as I turn them on, I’ll figure out the rest. And please, no more drinking, Pilot. You know the rules about throwing up in my cockpit.”[/b][/color] At least she warned him this time. Was a lot more than he got the [i]last[/i] time. He grumbled in acknowledgement, and groggily plugged the cord that extended from the back of his pilots seat into the back of his head, then shuddered as the link was made. Oh-Cee wasn’t spared from the feeling either, as her entire chassis shook for a split second as the influx of emotions and… drunkenness flooded into her system. It was quickly filtered out, and she took complete control once more. She ran the calibrations, turning on an interior light on one at a time and seeing how long Cassius took to look at it, and how long he could focus on it before his gaze went to something else. She hummed in satisfaction at him still performing well within his predicted parameters, then turned on the outside cameras on for him to look out of as she gently guided him into moving out of the hangar, well behind the rest of the group by now. She also turned off his radio, and made sure he couldn’t get it back online without her knowing first. He pouted at first, before she distracted him by putting up the battleplan onto her viewscreen for him to look at. Like a child, he complied, and soon forgot about his radio being turned off. Oh-Cee would have smiled to herself if she could, then sent a broadcast to the squad, using their private frequency. [color=lime][b]”Greetings, Pilots of the 1st International Volunteer Battalion, I am AI Designation Oh-Cee-Four/One-Bee-Ar, you may call me Oh-Cee. I am Pilot Chaplain’s personal AI, and I shall be taking the comms away from him during this mission. It’s for your own sanity, I assure you.”[/b][/color] She let her voice travel through the radios of the other squaddies, before starting once more. [color=lime][b]”Congratulations on the field promotion, Pilot Mazghuuri. I look forward to serving with you.”[/b][/color] She ended the first broadcast with that, her calm and soft voice with a hint of a british accent cutting off soon after that as she went back to trying to coax Cassius into piloting her a bit faster as to catch up with the rest of the squad. Due to knowing her stuff, Oh-Cee managed to do just that. Just in the nick of time too, it would seem [hr] [center][h2]Cassius + Oh-Cee[/h2][/center] [hr] [center][youtube] https://youtu.be/9e9B66m_Sp4 [/youtube][/center] [hr] As quick as always, they were in a combat situation. Oh-Cee sighed, but didn’t panic, nor did she or Cassius bother to kick up dirt in the face of the ‘ambush’. Acting on muscle memory and advice given from Oh-Cee, Cassius pushed Oh-Cee closer to the ground, to at least try to get [i]some[/i] cover from the insane enemy pilot, and what they both guessed to be a possible sniper in the distance somewhere around the battlefield. Wouldn’t be beyond Red Star to do something that dishonourable. [color=lime][b]”Predicted contacts to be numbered between four and six. We will be turning on our signal jammer now. We can hear you, but you won’t be able to hear us. Give us orders, we will carry them out as soon as we can. Good luck, 1st International Volunteer Pilots.”[/b][/color] Oh-Cee sent a quick message through the squad’s radio frequency once more, before her form flickered to the sensors of the squad, then disappeared entirely, turning completely invisible to the sensors and cameras of everything on the field, though if something gazed upon Oh-Cee with their naked eyes, they’d notice her. The signal jammer was only good for electronics, but it served its purpose. Activating the hoverpads on the bottom of Oh-Cee’s feet, Cassius slowly but methodically lifted her up off the ground, kicking up as little dirt as possible, as to remain stealthed, and started working his way around the flank of where the fire came from on the enemy side. [color=SteelBlue][b]”Once more intah th’fire o’ war, huh, Darlin’?”[/b][/color] [color=lime][b]”You’re insufferable.”[/b][/color]