“The only blindspots are [i]inside[/i] the rig. Outside, we have a full spectrum view in three hundred and sixty degrees from maneuvering cameras and technical instruments.” Freyr explained as she led them through the interior door back towards the middle of the craft.

“The last thing we need is soldiers in full battle dress clogging up the gangways.” 595 countered Vreta. “The Norse can’t even stand up in here.”

“It is okay - I man turret instead!” Kjartan boomed over comms from somewhere on top of the vehicle. “Reminds me of home.”

“The soldiers can traverse the length and breadth of the rig from the outside. Or they can [b]carefully[/b] set up in the common room on the top deck. It has easy-ish access to most exterior doors. And...you’ll be pleased to know that most compartments in the rig are equipped as a transit station too. Only the power plant goes without. We’ll need them for outside though.” Freyr offered helpfully as they emerged from a tight corridor into a slightly larger rectangular room. Her mouth dropped open slightly.

The consoles and holos in what should have been a sensory suite were stuck halfway between fully assembled and the folded down state where the rig could reconfigure the layout. Equipment jutted at strange angles from the floor and walls, jerking as the mechanisms caught repeatedly. “Richard, can you get to B2 please?” Freyr called over comms. “Nirann, are you wired in yet? Can you detect any malfunctions in the sensory suite?”