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I was bored so I added to mine. :/
still sick, and still have finals coming up, but the main lab practical is done. I can post here and there.
(hurray for medication, this post is all jacked up!)
Mike got up as blade finished answering questions, the CO excusing himself to get ready for the training op. stretching with a groan, mike slowly walked to the gear bay, twisting, and popping joints as he went, as he would be cramped in Prowlers cockpit soon enough, and space would become a luxurious memory. unfortunately, even his slow walking eventually made way to the cavernous Gear bay, and mike walked over to the techs preparing prowler for its upcoming deployment.

briefly introducing himself and shaking hands with the techs within reach, he climbed into the less then spacious interior and began a pre-op check, looking over the systems as he waited for the others. as the system check rattled away, he slid magazines into corresponding pouches on his uniform, the last one for the rifle and pistol, going into their perspective magazine wells. finally the checks came to his favorite part, the screen chiming and giving a keystroke option Y/N.

"yes" mike said tapping the panel, activating manual testing of optical camo. he spent a moment cycling through the selections before touching the four color wheels and sending them on a mad spin, chuckling as he did.
"nawlin to gearbay 7, i'm checking camo, how's it look" he asked, using the onboard mic, smirking as he watched the Gear rapidly switch through riots of colors without rhyme or reason.

"uh, yeah its doing...something" a younger tech said before the lead tech grabbed his radio. "real smooth hotshot, keep doing that and it'll be stuck on something stupid, like lilac and daffodil" he mumbled as mike laughed and set it to lime green and caution orange. slightly for safety, more for the enjoyment of 'why not'.

"prowler is ready for deployment" mike called as he cycled through his weapons list, setting up ammo counters, and double checking the locations of his Gears equipment. "loaded to provide mid to long range support, as well as HVT neutralization."
sick + finals, so imma be AFK most likely for the next 7 days or so....
sick + finals, so imma be AFK most likely for the next 7 days or so....
Aristo said
2nd IC? Oh boy! It's been a busy week; I go back to campus from spring break tomorrow.


lucky bastard, im going into finals this week and next. D:<
Mike walked a quick 360 around the bus, no leaks or major damage that he could tell. walking back to the rear, he climbed into the rear door and set up in the seat behind it, putting his backpack in the space between him, and the sidewall.

"not the most ideal vehicle, but it will save our feet." he said, with a nod of thanks to Clair as he opened his bag, making sure his rifle was accessable, but reasonably hidden. he frowned as the interior lights flickered and died, but in most cases, it was a good thing, as the interior would be partially obscured. he had just settled into the uncomfortable, rather dirty seat when his AR perked up with a advertisement for some sort of tazer knife from Edward. curious, he pulled the trench knife from its sheath and studied the hilt. the studded knuckles on the knife lent extra weight to his punches, as well as focusing the damage on the points. was it the nicest non-lethal solution?, probably not, but it worked without a battery. the knife slid back into its sheath with a muted rasp and mike sent a quick "thanks but im set for now" response.

the discussion about the team setup started, with him being placed into the second wave. "as much as id love to go in early, I don't think a man with an ax would fly under the radar easily. he muttered. "then again, it is the technological apocalypse, stranger things have happened." he mused as he looked out the window keeping an eye outside for any unwanted developments. "ill go where i'm needed I suppose"
Sounds like someones using an old MAC OS in their tablet.
Mike was leaning the chair back, half dosing when silver stepped up and started the briefing, coming round he leaned forward, the chair touching floor quietly as mike listened. it would be a training mission before they advanced to dealing with whatever the mystery was haunting the LDF. he didn't like the fact they had no idea what they were up against, but at least he got to go out in his Gear. seeing as Raisa booted up her, rather advanced, tablet, he took out his, smirking as hers chirped and chimed, while his larger, but quiet comparison linked into the Claws local net.

he listened to the expected hostiles and winced, Prowler is a pretty specialized unit, with relatively no anti-air capabilities, sacrificing them to be an excellent recon/assassin mech. tapping at the pad he fought the desire to change weapons, the group would probably be thinking the same lines and covering those bases anyway. it would be better if he stuck to what he knew, and did it well, instead of trying to change up now. frowning he cursed quietly and requested and additional 50 rounds for his shotgun, just in case. turning his attention back to blade, he slid the pad back into its pocket and leaned forward as Raisa asked her question. he hadn't thought about it, but it would be a problem if the intel proved to be in a literal briefcase or a computer without wireless access, curious, he waited for blades answer.
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