Sasha didn't mind that her plan wasn't accepted.

Really. Yes, the split personality boy was rude about it, but when it all came to the wire who care. If the rest of the team didn't think they could act like one then it wouldn't have worked regardless, so what more was there to say? Either way, a drop close to the front lines would work just fine--she had the Valentin to clear the ranks, her allies in front of her for easy integration and the hole battlefield to take advantage of. Obviously she'd need to move to higher ground and some point, but she was confident in her ability to master the situation and deploy fire as necessary. For her part, it was a simple matter for Sasha--do the damn job. Teamwork was a necessity, personal sacrifice a given, so do it. Sometimes she thought that they had put her in a fire support role so that she wouldn't be tempted to bogart the melee performance, as she knew would likely be her tendency--she worked well as the focal point of a plan, but was too used to accepting the position and capitalizing on it. Better, perhaps, for her to be back in a support role for the sake of removing her ego from the equation. Not that she thought much of this; work with givens. 

The given reason she was piloting the Ulanova was made clear as soon as they were dismissed for their A.W.E's. If it wasn't quite as massive as Hu-Shi's Chrome Ex-Road, the Ulanova was a hulking machine some 2+ meters high. Roughly proportioned like a man, it bristled with armaments, armor and sensory equipment beneath it's matte-iron exterior, it's primary weapon stored read-for-access across it's back. As she moved to settle herself inside, she was reminded again why it took grace to maximize the machine's bulky potential--it's gyroscopic stabilizers were shit. Whoever developed it had loaded it to the gils with weapons, ammunition, armor... but they'd forgotten to take some basic ergonomic suggestions into consideration and accepted it's role as what amounted to a mobile turret. Sure, it would walk and move just fine with the installed limiters in place, but it would plot along like a wooden man, little better than a drone. It was only with a pilot that knew how to balance the weight, knew how to move with it and carry it, sway with it and swing with it that it could run, jump, dash and dodge when necessary without falling on their face.

And Sasha was nothing if not familiar with it, by now.

"This is Ulanova, ready to drop." She said simply as she bolted herself in, the armor securing her within the surprisingly comfortable interior and connecting via various interface nodes, the HUD coming to life as it began the integration subroutines with her comrades and the equipment on the field. It wouldn't be long before he had a better grasp on the action than the men on the ground, and that was just how she liked it. Flexing massive fingers and feeling the servos hum around her hands, she smiled.

Time to get stuck in with the boys.