Mike didn't remember much of the bar besides good company, and corny music as he rubbed his head during the briefing. Not a regular drinker, 2-3 malt beverages would end his night. Despite this, the tiger was listening intently to the CO. Crawlers missing, potential gears, light and medium armor, and foot mobiles. As he listened he reviewed his loadout, and while routine, he decided it suitable for this engagement.
Once dismissed he sought out the Naida, and the rest of the ground pounders, wishing them luck. with not much else to do, he quickly donned his suit, armor, and personal weapons before running to the bay. Upon arrival he was once again greeted by the old badger and his assistant, both of which wished him luck and recited a list of worked that had been done. thanking them, he climbed up prowlers leg an into the cockpit.
mike stowed his gear and began the boot up sequence, muscles tightening, monitors winking into existence, and weapons spinning and dry firing respectively. Donning his helmet, the reticle tracing his sightline. Raising the visor he broke the aim assist and gave a thumbs up to the tech crew.
<Prowler to roughriders, reporting in, all systems green, moving to outside, heads up in the outbound lane!> Mike said, the last portion through external speakers. Prowler slowly stepped out and into the caution tapped lane, head down to check slightly ahead of its feet as it exited the 'Claw.