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Engineers and black-armored soldiers scurry around your feet, tending to the various tasks of loading weapons and preparing your frame for combat.
Reactor online, diagnostics running on each limb and subsystem as your mind jumps back to a more useful speed.
A transmission request comes through, along with a data packet.
“Cobalt, this is Sunray. I will be your handler for this mission.”
A voice comes over the feed.
Your pilot absentmindedly nods in affirmation.
“Confirm, Sunray. Go ahead.”
“We lost contact 15 minutes ago with Mobile Repair Vehicle B-23. The nearest forces, a recon patrol of Strider walkers responded, only to also lose contact after reporting visible smoke from sighting the vehicle.
A more substantial response is being assembled, but in the meantime you are being deployed to report on the status of the prior recon patrol, and B-23.
It is assumed that this is another strike on our supply tail, but Command isn’t taking any chances. After locating it, report in again for further orders. In addition, Dagger squad are being attached to assist in Search and Rescue. They will be on channel E-53912”
“Understood, Sunray. No rest for the weary.”
Your pilot cuts the connection.
“Hopefully a milk run, but they don’t usually assign help ahead of time.”
It’s only a few blinks before you find Dagger Squad’s comm channel, tuning into their channel between suits.
And find a boisterous voice loudly talking, while two other voices interject with cutting remarks.
“---So I say, get a load of this! And spray down the big glowing eye with my paint, blocking it off entirely.”
“Brick, the only reason you didn’t die in that moment is that Misty was on the back, cutting the power supply to the arms. And you have a cutting laser on that arm, why the hell didn’t you actually just stab the cockpit?”
“Let him tell the story, Sat. It’s not like we haven’t heard it a dozen times already.”
They’re a loud bunch. You connect your pilot to the channel.
“Fuck, Beta, too damn loud!”
There’s immediate silence on the channel.
A fourth male voice clocks in.
“Cobalt, I presume?”
Sophie responds.
“Correct. I’ll be your carrier, along with my assistant, Beta, here. Hookup points are on the back and shoulders, avoid the thrusters. We’re on a time limit here, so the faster you get on, faster we can get out and get moving.”
“Dagger squad, you heard the little missy, Move like you mean it!”
