Silverwind couldn't help but give a grin of satisfaction as the bay came to life with the movements and sounds of GEARs swinging into action. Though he was thoroughly ensconced within the Harlock's cockpit and insulated from the outside world and its' sounds and smells, he could visualize the hum of turbines coming to life, the whine of the artificial muscles and joints, and the hiss of hydraulic systems, along with the thump of rubber-soled metal-shod feet on the deck; underscoring it all would be the harsh tang of lubricant, hot metal, and the stale smell of bodies in motion.
Despite his many years of the same thing, he still loved it; still got fired up seeing a Tactical GEAR Unit, a TGU, run through their paces. He felt the thrill rise in his chest as the C3i system lit up with the designations of the team, and the commo net burst to life with the chatter of everyone checking in and handing off details with the CIC decks above their heads.
On time cue, the cavernous bay door cracked open into a line of light that swelled into a rectangular opening to the world outside.
Moving to the front of the formation, and beckoning with one cocked hand, he engaged the GEAR's foot-wheels and sped down the ramp toward the outside, hitting the dusty ground at a fair pace.
"All right, Roughriders! Move out. Y'all have yer designated positions. Form up into your teams and keep in las-com contact. Regular check-ins, and do not engage unless fired upon. Ken, keep an eye on us from overhead. Esailia, let me know th' moment y'all find anythin' aboard that crawler. GogoGO!"
Rooster tails of dust flared behind the moving machine as Silver veered off on course toward the waypoint highlighted on the holo-projected HUD, flicking his single-eyed glance down to keep a track of the others as they split and head on their own course.
Despite his many years of the same thing, he still loved it; still got fired up seeing a Tactical GEAR Unit, a TGU, run through their paces. He felt the thrill rise in his chest as the C3i system lit up with the designations of the team, and the commo net burst to life with the chatter of everyone checking in and handing off details with the CIC decks above their heads.
On time cue, the cavernous bay door cracked open into a line of light that swelled into a rectangular opening to the world outside.
Moving to the front of the formation, and beckoning with one cocked hand, he engaged the GEAR's foot-wheels and sped down the ramp toward the outside, hitting the dusty ground at a fair pace.
"All right, Roughriders! Move out. Y'all have yer designated positions. Form up into your teams and keep in las-com contact. Regular check-ins, and do not engage unless fired upon. Ken, keep an eye on us from overhead. Esailia, let me know th' moment y'all find anythin' aboard that crawler. GogoGO!"
Rooster tails of dust flared behind the moving machine as Silver veered off on course toward the waypoint highlighted on the holo-projected HUD, flicking his single-eyed glance down to keep a track of the others as they split and head on their own course.