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Oros mission start
WHO: ALPHA TEAM (Carolina, Maine, Wash, K-2SO, April, and Sam) and BETA TEAM (Lee, Somba, Hayatori, Cassian, and Re-L)
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: January 11-???
WHAT: Alpha and Beta teams begin their mission.
WARNINGS: TBD
Catch-all mingle log while Alpha and Beta travel together. Toss up a header for a specific day or event to keep things better organized and then everyone can tag around in that.
(Once we figure out when the sandstorm and fall into the gorge happens to split everyone up, we can add that too to close out the big group log.)
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: January 11-???
WHAT: Alpha and Beta teams begin their mission.
WARNINGS: TBD
Catch-all mingle log while Alpha and Beta travel together. Toss up a header for a specific day or event to keep things better organized and then everyone can tag around in that.
(Once we figure out when the sandstorm and fall into the gorge happens to split everyone up, we can add that too to close out the big group log.)
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[ The armor had certainly made her curious - more because she isn't sure if it's theirs from their home world or if, somehow, they were classified as some kind of warrior and that's why they'd been given armor of that sort. Not that Re-L would choose it - one, Carolina's is the wrong shade of blue, and two, she can't help but feel as though it may hinder her so far as movement, much like the suit she'd worn on her first time outside of the dome.
She is a night owl by habit, anyways, so staying up a little bit later to check her weapons seemed like a no brainer. Particularly on an alien planet where they would, surely, ensure that she made it back alive and she would have to rely on them for such.
Re-L looks up as she's addressed, glance a little sharp as always before she's turning back to what her hands are doing. ]
It's not all that different to the weapons I'm already used to - other than the scopes and the ability to shoot a little more long range. However - aiming has never been a problem for me. [ She shifts, slightly, her seat position made slightly uncomfortable by the short-barrel shotgun she always carried being strapped to her thigh, and set that aside so that she could lean a little more to that side. ]
I was more concerned with making sure that I hadn't been given a faulty weapon for this mission, so an inspection couldn't have hurt.
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without waiting for an invitation, carolina makes herself comfortable sitting beside re-l, sitting with one knee bent, her arm resting on it. it's clear that any sort of hindrance her armour may cause, she's learned how to negate it long ago. it's a second skin. ]
Everything still in order?
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Unfortunately with the measly amount of ammunition they've thrown us on an alien planet with, there's little room to actually, you know, fire the weapons and completely make sure that my sight alignment is fully correct. I trust my eyes enough, at least, to know I'll be within range to a degree.
[ To say that Re-L trusts just about anything going on with this mission seems to be a bit of an overstatement. She watches, for a moment, as Carolina settles next to her, seemingly even a little wary of other people, to a point. That, though, is more a left over from her home world than anything else.
Her hands busy themselves with reloading each weapon and double checking their mechanical motility one more time - well manicured hands moving over sleek machinery in well-practiced motion. ]
So far. Let's just hope they don't blow apart the first time they're actually fired. I wouldn't trust this place with my life, or anything, that would be a stupid mistake of trust.
[ She pauses, and then turns, offering a pale hand with a rather stiff body language, like it's something rehearsed a thousand times over. ]
Re-L Mayer.
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[ because she's got the mission's pace set in her mind and she's not letting any of these people slow her down. waiting on people isn't her style. ]
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[ She's thankful that there's no prolonged hand holding, at least. Of all people, Re-L isn't the type to like to be touched for all that long if at all possible. Either way, she's pleased that she isn't the one wholly suspicious of this place and its motivations, even though she'd agreed to go on this mission.
Though, the comment about yelling at her to move earns a bit of an indignant laugh. ]
Don't worry, I'm good at ignoring orders when I want to regardless.
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Just see that ignoring orders doesn't get you left behind. If you've got any friends up on that ship, they'll miss you.
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[ Yes, someone as old as Re-L has never seen stars, and as young as Re-L would be mad about not getting to read a few more books on philosophy. Either way, she plans to follow orders long enough to stay alive, that much was for sure, and disobey only if it made sure she wasn't going to end up dead somewhere out in the expanse of space. Not if Vincent of someone might have the chance of turning up from her own world. ]
Anyway, I'm sure no one around here issues orders like my grandfather did, so it should be less annoying.
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Stars and philosophy, huh? Maybe the next planet they drop us off on will be a little better for that.
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What, with well-learned scholars who will hand over their priceless old Relics? I doubt it. [ It would be amusing, though, but there would be a high likelihood that they'd lose her totally in the books and what she could find instead of focusing on the mission.
She couldn't help it : she'd literally been made that way for a reason. ]
I'd also have to learn to read an alien language, though.. that may not be too difficult. It'd be something to do in my down time.
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[ she pauses, tipping her head to one side. when she continues, she sounds amused. ] Then you wouldn't need the scholars, just the relics.