Esayo

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She waited as the first two made their way out; Rennac immediately got to working, and Six's first concern for some reason seemed to be her own well being. She was standing that was enough for now. She gave another glance in, vaguely sure she saw movement amongst the others. No blood that she could see, so she turned her attention to the ones present.

"I'm fine," she said quickly to Six, and only then checked to make sure the plates would move alright. They were designed to compensate for some misalignment, mainly her legs and arms, and a quick tests told her everything was where it ought to be.

Her attention turned to Rennac next, and she walked over, giving him a quick scanning glance for any wounds. "Anything?" she asked expectantly. This was new, troubling. They were down their leader, but that wasn't as alarming as the loss of power. Orders she could give, explanations, not so much.

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Jackdaw's armor locked up the moment they began to lose power, plates moving just a bit lower, protecting maybe a few more inches of her mesh-covered skin. It wouldn't be much unless she'd actually dropped from low-orbit, but it was more a reaction than a practical move. She saw, out of the edge of her vision, Varus get ripped from the ship, and then they came to an abrupt stop.

She wasted no time. Inside her helmet, a display told her she was still kicking, and that was all she needed. Her hand gripped the seat strap, figuring it was jammed, and tore it away. The dropship wasn't huge, and she dropped the short distance to the ground-side with an echoing thud. Her rifle was fine, so was her pistol, and with a quick glance around she made her way outside through the now gaping hole in the back.

"If you're alive, get out here," she called into the hull.

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Jackdaw was just about done with her final checks. She moved the armor on her body a bit, closing and redeploying a few of the plates to make sure everything was fluid and in order. Once that was done, she made her way to the entrance ramp of the drop ship, and let her helmet fold out into place. It wasn't bulky by any means, and in fact the plates kept rather close to her skin as they closed over her face. They covered her eyes, even, though those sections looked different, lined with a blue light that indicated a deeper technical inner-working. The last piece to fall into place was a long piece that slide over the center of her face and rounded over her head, clicking still at the base of her chin. At the center of this piece was a single red lens, which gave off a faint but constant light just around it.

She looked more like a machine when she passed Varus into the ship. Setting her bag aside, she took her seat, and then focused her seemingly sightless gaze forward, rifle in hand. Though the helmet had a fully functional communications system within it, it was unlikely she'd say more than a handful of words, she rarely did on missions. What did she have to talk to anyone about? Aside from a barked order, or a call-out, there was no point. At least not in her mind.

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Well, I can understand the frustration a bit and what not. Like, the concept of "what you did before doesn't matter now that you're here" might be jarring to some, and aside from that no one likes to be discredited. It does provide a nice bit of clash though.

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Jackdaw's body reacted before her mind did when the roar sounded out. The node situated at the back of her neck had just begun to whir and click, preparing to deploy her helmet when she actually turned and saw that it was Ryder. Her gaze fell flat, lips pursed in a mixture of disappointment and relief. At times she viewed the giant man's lack of speech as a blessing, and others it only served to prompt instances like this.

Her attention turned to Rennac and Six, overhearing only bits and pieces of the conversation there. Her ears adjusted quickly enough, but still she didn't bother straining herself. Instead, she ushered a sharp whistle their direction.

"We're heading out soon, make sure you have everything you need," she said, and started to the drop ship as well.

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The crate was mostly just the tin that made it up, whatever was inside didn't weigh much, so she waved off one of the crewman who had moved to assist her. To be honest, she was surprised to see that much cargo for their mission. She still thought it wouldn't take that long, even if the colony had vanished, this didn't seem their area. But she set aside any reservations she might have had, as it wasn't her place to have them.

Loading the rest of the cargo didn't take too much longer, and when that was done she set her on pack down by her seat. Her rifle she kept in hand, but that was the usual for her, never wanting to be far from her weapons on the job.

When she came back out, she spotted Taerys, and promptly broke her calm facade to look her over. The girl's face was hidden by her helmet, so Jackdaw couldn't tell if her eyes had dried or not. But at least she wasn't curled up and shaking anymore.

The moment passed just as quickly as it had arrived, and Jackdaw simply took her place among the others again.

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Jackdaw looked from Varus to Six as their exchange went down. She couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, it must have been frustrating, but oh well, less competition for her if Varus decided not to let him down.

She nodded when he then addressed her. Legwork, she was used to it, hauling cargo was generally her pre-deployment duty. When he was finished, she turned to Rennac. The prior glare was gone from her eyes, she looked rather plainly at him in fact. Somewhat indifferent. Starting forward, she motioned towards the crate, and then made a shooing motion.

"Move," she said, blinking, glancing back to Varus, and then clearing her throat. "Please."

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The four days couldn't have gone by fast enough. Jackdaw was accustomed to powering through small amounts of time between missions, but that didn't make them any less aggravating. When the announcement came around, she moved; and quickly. Everything had already been set, and now that they would actually be heading out all that remained was her armor.

When she made her way into the hanger, it was donned for the most part. Her legs from the knee down were enclosed in off-white plated armor, designed simply save for the clawed feet -though the actual digging portions were retracted. Her arms from the forearm down were similarly covered, and her shoulders bore close-fitting spaulders. The armor at her chest trailed down to just below her solar-plexus with another section on her back and continuing down her spine. The rest of her body, up to her neck, was covered by a metallic-black substance, like false skin, dense enough to offer modesty. She often waited to don her helmet until deploying. Even though it was designed to offer her the same vision her eyes would, when she wasn't fueled by the rush of combat, or she wasn't looking to actively ignore someone, it was something of a bother. She kept her pack slung over her shoulder, her sidearm hooked to a latch on her belt, and her rifle in hand.

There were others there already; Varus of course had to be there earlier than the rest. There was Rennac as well, but she didn't pay him much mind. He was present, and early, which was a pleasant surprise at the very least. Then there was Six. To be honest, she hadn't read over what they were given on him much past the fact that he was on the ground-team. That -to her- was the most important part. He was an ally in combat, but he was also competition. Aside from them, they only needed a few more, as far as she knew.

"Captain," she greeted with a salute, and then took a stand alongside the others while they waited.

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I go with the majority vote! o/

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Jackdaw gave a salute to Varus as the meeting was closed.She was more than willing to save everything for the mission. If Rennac had any semblance of real potential, they'd see it in a few days.

When she left the war room, she made her way straight to the armory. First priority was her weapons; a rifle, and a sidearm. She'd had some training with other firearms, but nothing as in depth as the those, and she wanted to be on-point. As for her other things, she really didn't have many other possessions to speak of that would be useful on a mission. She packed a few food items, a few drinks, but for the most part everything she needed was with her.

Ah, wait, she'd almost forgotten; from her closet she snagged an old hoodie. She didn't really get cold, but it was comfortable, and on the rides to their missions, it served to form a soft barrier between her and the others. She wasn't any good at idle conversation, it would do just as much good for the others as it would for her. So, it went into the bag with the food and drink, and that was set aside for later.

Four days, she could manage that. She'd more than likely spend most of that in the gym anyway.