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don't see why not, we're not in the middle of anything real important or hectic so i don't think posting order matters all that much.
Ishtar Kinetics does orbital stuff, though almost exclusively Venus-based. EDI is primarily munitions/weaponry, they're Earth-Mars-Venus sphere. Fujiwara is a more general manufacturer of stuff from weapons to cargo haulers based in the outer solar system. most of which shamelessly stolen from vidya.

i didn't put a lot of thought into this stuff, no way.
yeeesssssss

good
we could always use more artillery mecha

area saturation bombardment
we got anotherrrr




That caught Volana's attention. Or more specifically, a number of things which Artemie had mentioned caught her attention within quick succession. The unfamiliar addition to their little gathering of pilots had glossed over more than a few points so nonchalantly that it took a few moments for them to sink in properly, and Volana to actually parse exactly what was being said.

241? Were we not all in cryo at that point? None of us would have been woken up during the trip, only ship crew and colony personnel. How did she? 229 doesn't make-

In an effort to stem the rising tide of questions building up in the back of her mind, Volana addressed the most peculiar of the bunch. Her bright eyes fixed themselves on Artemie intently. "Wait, you are saying that planet is alive? It is not just another irradiated dead rock?"




"I say it is good thing too, you have any idea how quickly I burn?"

Her steel-grey eyes danced around the assembled collection of pilots for a moment, before settling back on the now self-identified Artemie Isra. The cytherean pilot gave a smile, before offering a short, "Volana, Jacira. Though you may say Volana, if you would like."

Volana extracted what liquid she could out of the tightly packed bag of water that she had procured along with the now-finished rations. Hopefully they would have access to some real food once the colony ship was fully functional. For now, she was just happy to have something in her stomach, and more importantly, the taste of chemical out of her mouth. Volana rolled her wrist around, the left one, having properly attached the prosthetic in preparation for their assignment. There was a slight pang of disappointment as she stared at the metal and polymer appendage, after fifteen years of disuse she would've expected it to at least feel kinda funny to use again.
it's rough out here, b




For a moment it sounded as if she had never actually left Venus, and it was all Volana could do to avoid lapsing into her native tongue. Still, she appreciated the small amount of comfort and familiarity that it brought, lightyears from a home that she would in all likely hood never see again. It was reassuring that her now fifteen year old first impressions of her comrades-in-arms still seemed to hold true, it was more likely than not that these individuals would ostensibly be the only souls she would meet for a very long time.

Volana nodded in greeting to Zakharin, the older pilot more robot than she was, as her mouth currently occupied at the moment.

It was then that Konstantin drew her attention to another pilot who had stepped into the mess. She was definitely a pilot, her flight suit couldn't be anything but, however it was of a complete unfamiliar design to Volana. That, and the fact that she was completely blanking on both a name and a face. Volana was fairly certain that she had met every other pilot that was on board just before they all went under for cryo, though she didn't preclude the possibility that maybe her brain got a bit too frozen during the trip.

Either way, she was obviously part of the crew, even if her unifrm and patches were unfamiliar.

"Don't worry, they made sure to get me food to keep that from happening," the cytherean pilot smirked, padding the empty seat next to her own with her artificial hand.

Which was held by her real hand.

It was then that Holden made his way over, it seemed like the bunch of them were all cut from the same cloth. Food was very important.

"Plenty of room!" Volana reassured him, padding the seat on the other side in a similar manner to before.
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