Marit nodded along Ingrid’s realization with a mostly-suppressed grin. [color=76D0FF]”Cover your approach, clear the road as needed. Got it.”[/color] She read back, taking solace in knowing it was possible to stay beyond medium range of all of the turrets at the same time and hide behind a hill as they traded fire. Given the possible mine-clearing duties, it looked like lasers would get to do some talking. Running right up to LRM turrets and giving them what’s what was probably the smart thing to do anyway. [color=76D0FF]”But since we’re all being gloomy and you brought it up, what’s the line of succession after you if it all goes to Hel? Rivers, Ziska, then Tarak?”[/color]

[color=76D0FF]”I’ve trained extensively for that exact model as a kid, know my way around the cockpit blindfolded.”[/color] Marit turned to Dinah, not really trusting the scrapper in a fight but maintaining a genuine, friendly tone. Who knew, maybe she had experience. [color=76D0FF]”Need help with anything, let me know and don’t be afraid to use me for cover. Archie can take a hit or two.”[/color] But having more guns on the field was nice, especially since the Marauder got sent elsewhere, and the Catapult was a competent machine. She just hoped everyone could understand her over the radio. It’s been a while since Marit heard her father’s native tongue, much less a heavy accent like that.

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Coming out of the briefing, Marit had a thought. [color=76D0FF]”What kind of a weapon are you that Ingrid is trusted with a nuke, but not you?”[/color] She turned to Jon with a chuckle. [color=76D0FF]”Bring all three of you back in one piece, yeah? Enough empty chairs here as is.”[/color]