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Zakharin looked over the data from the drone as the lead scientist pinged a location of the heat signature. The fact that it appears that someone bury an Oberth Reactor raises more questions than answers. But Zakharin decide to leave those questions for later as Volana went to dig up the reactor. His Odysseus H&K fit the need for a non-destructive weapon. The old marine moved to provide cover for the digging mech. Sending two gun drones ahead to watch over Volana while he got into position.

<<I got you covered.>>

The old marine had moved his Orbital so he had a clear line of fire without the risk of hitting Volana.

~Of Flames and Fantasy Int Check~

I am interested in the RP. Going to whip something up for the local side.

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Zakharin made several adjusted to the Odysseus positioning before he hit the planets atmosphere. The old marine was slammed by the G-forced of reentry pushing him back into his seat. He keep he eye on the external temperature readout make adjustments to keep the worst of the heat away from the sensitive systems. Zakharin fired the boosters maneuvering himself out of the dive towards the LZ. The old marine fired his boosters one last time to soften his landing. With the Orbital landed he detached the boosters.

<<I'll send a drone to check it>>

The Odysseus knelt with the pods on its back open. With a thunk each drone was launch out of there pods. Within seconds of ejections each drone fully deployed. Using the system the old cyborg sent one of the recon drones to investigate the hot spots. For the other three he sent them to check the perimeter of the LZ. They were program to feed information to the other Orbitals in the area. Starting to link them into the Battle net. He keep the two gun drone near Odysseus just in case.

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Zakharin extinguishes his cigar on the inner hull after taking a final puff. Slipping his helmet on as he checked the boosters. As he did both Bedwyr, Starstrike, and Aurora were launched. With the boosters checking out fine the old marine had the drones dock into Odysseus. The old cyborg had the orbital take a few steps out of its berth into the hangar. He felt how it moved to see if the 15 year long trip had diminished its performance. Passing the old cyborgs inspection Zakharin went into the launch bay.

Odysseus entered as Castle's Ajax was catapulted out into the void. Zakharin stepped into an open launch bay. Secured by the mag-clamps he waited for the launch.

<<This is Zakharin Launching now>>

Once he was accelerated in an instance he could feel of G-force pushing on what parts of him that are still organic. Once he was out of the Pyxis he moved with honed skill. He swiftly maneuvered into formation with the other Orbitals. The Odysseus was never meant for high speed maneuvers so he fell into the rear of the formation. While he feed any data from Starstrike into his orbital's battle net.

<<Taking up escort positioning>>

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I know Zakharin would have been involve in hunting the legion.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

The marine made sure to absorb all the information given during the briefing. His mind began to run possible outcomes for the upcoming mission as he walked to the hanger. Planet was far more habitable meaning humanity can establish itself without too much problems. He made a mental note to get a topographic map of their landing site. If combat conditions are assumed he is going to make sure as hell that the fighting takes place on favorable grounds. As he thought he removed the cigar from his pocket and lit it.

When he entered the hangar he took another puff of his cigar. Locating his parked orbital he made his way over to the technician running its diagnostics.

"How do we look?"

“Green across the board. Just slaving the drones to the orbital.” technician replied. The drones on the nearby rack lights flashed on.

The old marine circled to the back of his orbital climbing up the ladder he opened the hatch on its back. Zakharin dropped into the cockpits after securing his kit. Once the marine was properly seated he activated the drone network. He went through each drones loadout equipping them with recon and protection as he waited for more information.

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"Yeah we should be making our way over there."

He looked up to the clock mounted on the wall seeing they had time but not enough for what he wanted to do. The old marine return the cigar to his pocket figuring he did not have the time to properly enjoy it. And he figured it would be unbecoming of him to miss the briefing to just because he wanted a smoke. Zakhain made a note to try and smoke it after the briefing. His limbs creaked as he stood up to join his compatriots to head to the hanger. Zakharin dropped his leftovers into the waste heap before joining the group.

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As Zakharin finished the instant coffee more of the pilots trickled into the mess hall. The old marine greeted them as they came to the table. Fishing out the leather case in his breast pocket as he listens to Artemie's story. He agreed with Holden's assessment that the Lunite must be here for a desire to explore the unknown. Taking out one of the cigars from the package he took a moment to glance around the

“If we're lucky we will all get some place named after us.” He said cutting the cigar.

He took a quick glance over to Adam. The old marine noticed the way the Martian was looking around the room. He figured that Adam was getting upon the same train of thought he was on. As quickly as it appeared the younger man covered it up with a grin. Zakharin made a mental note to talk to the Martian about it when the opportunity presented itself as he open his lighter.

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Mine also can't really fly also.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

“Colonal Zakharin Brusilov.” Introduce himself to Artemie.

The old cyborg listened to what the other pilots had to say about the planet. From what they were saying it sounded like it was going to be a cooked rock with an atmosphere. With not much else there apparently. But his mind keeps wandering why send such a security force with the colony. He decided to not to voice his thoughts for now.

“Shame I thought it would be more lush.” He commented. Zakharin took another swing of the instant coffee he got before he continued. “Either way I'm looking forward to being planet side again.”