[IC] Rise of Tigers - Stompy Mech Game

[Nato Greavesy]

IC: Juliana Winters - Hallway.

"Absolutely," she nodded, though she was quietly hoping that the prisoners wouldn't put up too good of a fight, "I'll see you on the ground."

[VahkiDane]

IC: Iral Vijil

Iral stood up, moving to the exit with the rest of the Lightning Tigers. He had nothing to say for the moment, mostly because he believed this would be an easy paycheck.

[Ehksidian]

IC: Taia Sal - Exiting Briefing

Taia exited the room without another word. Hopefully the prisoners wouldn't prove too troublesome...especially given the terrain. It would be difficult for her to land a proper shot, but she would have plenty of cover at least.

She walked down the hall, running through what might happen. The stolen Mechs likely wouldn't be piloted very well - unfamiliar technology and freshly escaped convicts was a recipe for poor performance. Heavy weaponry was unlikely as well, meaning most would focus on mobility over directly engaging...given the terrain, they also would be more likely to perform more hit-and-run tactics... Taia thought to herself, finger to her chin and eyes focused ahead. She was lost in her own little world, trying to figure out what was going to likely happen.

[Ardoku]

Zyreq'riis

Zyreq had so far simply listened to the briefing, but now that everyone was off, he stood up and followed along after the rest of his team. A brief grin flashed across his lips. Things were no doubt about to get delightfully bloody.

[NinthG1g4by73]

IC: Skoll

Skoll exits the briefing room with the rest of the Tigers. Overhearing Juliana's part of her conversation with Brae, he speaks up. "Just remember to actually fall back this time. I can't always be there to stitch you or your mech back up."

[Nato Greavesy]

IC: Juliana Winters - Hallway.

"Hey, that was one time!" Juliana protested, then wavered, "Okay, four times, but I... uh... never mind."

[NinthG1g4by73]

IC: Skoll

Skoll chuckled. "No, please, by all means, dig yourself a deeper hole. Hell, i'll even loan you my shovel."

[Nato Greavesy]

IC: Juliana Winters - Hallway.

"Nah. We'll need it to dig some graves for the enemy once we're done with this mission."

[NinthG1g4by73]

IC: Skoll

"That's if we even need to dig graves. Outside of the prisoner pilots, most of them are gonna end up a thin red paste."

[@Nato]

[Nato Greavesy]

IC: Juliana Winters - Hallway.

"Thin red paste? Is that official medical nomenclature?"

[NinthG1g4by73]

IC: Skoll

"Well, allow me to answer that question with another question; What's the last thing that's going to go through their heads?"

[@Nato]

[Nato Greavesy]

IC: Juliana Winters - Hallway.

"That would depend on what we shoot them with."

[NinthG1g4by73]

IC: Skoll

"No no no no. The last thing to go through their heads would be the feet of our mechs. Why waste precious ammunition on infantry?"

[@Nato]

[Nato Greavesy]

IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle Bay.

"Personally, I prefer not to have to waste hours of my afternoon scrubbing blood and viscera off Banjo's feet... but if you like stomping, I'm certainly not going to stop you."

[Ardoku]

Zyreq'riis

"I personally find the task of cleaning blood of my weapons to be therapeutic. It reminds me how much blood I've spilled in that day's battles." Zyreq interjected, a pleasant smile on his lips.

[GunmetalGold]

IC: Brae Tessen

Brae put on her helmet and it hissed as it clamped around her neck and muzzle, the visor glowing a soft orange. The Apatagor pulled up the top of her jumpsuit and zipped it up as she walked over to the shuttles, and checked her prosthesis, knife, and knuckledusters. All good to go.

"I don't mind cleaning Praetorian. Respect your mech and maintain it as you would any weapon." She grumbled, her voice slightly distorted by her helmet.

[NinthG1g4by73]

IC: Skoll

"You kidding? I'm the medic. The only time I go into the thick of it is to pull asses like your mech and you out. All i'm getting at is; If you know who your targets are, then you don't need to waste bullets that could be better spent putting down something larger." Skoll pressed a token to his chest as a nanite constructed pilot suit formed around him. After the suit had formed, he safely secures the reloads to his SRM tube and goes through the inspection process of the weapon. Pausing, he looks up briefly and talks in the direction of the others. "Alright, don't forget; you run out too far, you won't be able to get back up as quickly. I know that some of us like to gamble with that fact. Make my job easier and try not to get shot up or killed. Somebody tries to kill you, you kill them right back." He resumes his inspection of the portable launcher.

[Nato Greavesy]

IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle Bay.

"Yes mother," Juliana retorted, strapping on her vest, grabbing the rest of her gear, and clambering onto her shuttle, "I'll see you on the ground, ladies and gentlemen."

[GunmetalGold]

IC: Brae Tessen

Brae simply huffed and nodded as she boarded her own.

[Ardoku]

Zyreq'riis

After equipping his own jumpsuit and helmete, Zyreq got into his own shuttle. "Make a bloody mess!" He encouragingly said to his teammates before closing the shuttle door.