Mike walked prowler towards the office, and stopped near silver as he greeted the team. After a quick rundown, Mike watched, prowlers free hand flexing, mimicking his own as his gears near uselessness in this situation. best case scenario, he could A. blast it with 7.62, and hope he didn't hit a non combatant, or B. rip into the building with prowlers hands, and hope no one got hit by him, or the shrapnel it would cause. a losing proposition on both hands. still, like Blade, he watched through thermals, sharing info with Harlock. luckily it went as smooth as one would expect.
"All targets down, no prisoners this time. Hostages are secured; looks like we've got good Intel here too. No signs of any other bad guys either".
"Roger that, excellent work in there. All units, all targets are secured. No other hostiles in the area, stand down".
with combat at its end, mike followed suit, popped prowlers hatch and loosened his helmet, letting it slide onto his lap.
<well done people, well done> Mike sighed. it wasn't a lie, but things didn't go well in the start, 3 wounded, one in a way that made critical sound like a damn joke. this was a dark day for the crew. As blade congratulated the team, Mike decided to help out with procuring parts from the gears, searching the gears for traps, and dragging pieces to the Claw. a few hours later, Mike walked Prowler into its bay, and surrendered it to the agitated technicians.
The old raccoon waited on the scaffolding as mike climbed up to him, and saluted blade, before turning to glance at prowlers moon like cratered surface.
"I....well..." Mike started, finding no acceptable apology that wasn't an outright lie, he slumped a bit, before drawling himself upright. "in all honesty, I did the best I could to keep everyone safe, I'd rather keep you busy all week on armor repair, then carry another teammate into the med bay."
the raccoon looked him over, before deciding mike was telling the truth. "when you put it like that..." the lead tech muttered looking over the damage. "I dare say I don't mind the work at all." shooing Mike off with a clap on the shoulder, the voracious crew began to clamber over Prowler's form. he hadn't even reached the ladder before a vole hopped into the cockpit.
"OUI" the tech yelled glaring over the edge of the pod. "what's all this dirt doing in here!?"
mike smirked as he slid down to the bay floor. "Artillery strike!, Seals took most of it for me!" he shouted in reply, flashing his roguish grin as he strode towards the med bay. his grin slipping to a grim mask as he followed the red stripe along the walls.
he met up with Adrian along the way, reveling Kuraiko was roaming parts unknown. wishing him luck on his search, he headed into the med bay, and peered inside Esailia's room. looking first at Esailia sleeping, then at Edward, arching an eyebrow, his hand switching thumbs up, thumbs down in question to her condition.