>>6338080>>6338673>>6338691Margellan gripped the armchair of their desk seat tightly, the dimly illuminated room only shining alight to their bespectacled face...
The projections from the Audio-Only recording and the listening in command post of the Vesalius, as well as Rau Le Creuset and Fredrik Adres, Captain and Executive officer listening in.
Five Mobile Suits equipped with <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Miniaturized Beam Weaponry</span></span>
That alone seemed like an impossible step of engineering outright decimated by the Alliance's resources and ingenuity.
But there was more than just the source of many, many sleepless nights for the former Chief Engineer.
A brand new form of armour that would make them impervious to all damage.
Engine and battery up-to-specs that would go a long way to surpass even the CGUE's operating schemes.
And the cherry on top, and most important on the Engineer's head as he had previously noted upon the Nemo's growing pains in modifying it.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">A brand new flagship, powerful and imposing yet equipped and stellarly outfitted for the Mobile Suits to coordinate in strategic deployments</span></span>
In poetic terms, <span class="mu-i">The Alliance had made its Instrumentality, along with five Thrones upon their ace champions.</span>
So as time ticked within the short, blond pony-tailed man's anxious pulse, he looked over towards the Vesalius screen.
Adres seemed terrified at the specifications of this flagship, Margellan wouldn't blame them. He was ultimately a rare breed amongst the PLANTs.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">A man of Faith would be inured at the prospect of facing an Archangel.</span></span>
"This... Changes the nature of this mission, considerably." Le Creuset opens their mouth as Margellan gripped their armchair. "Ephraime... <span class="mu-i">It seems entrusting my crew to your planning has been a right call.</span>"
He did not bat an eye at the stroke of their ego, a welling depth of anticipation already washing over the Captain of the Nemo as he prepared to instruct the Natural to engage their next objectives.
"Adres, Summon the Le Creuset Team to ready for infiltration." Margellan let go of their armchair as they widened their brow.
"Le Creuset, what the-?!" He controlled their tone, not readying the transceiver as the strategy reunion started coming to a close.
"Why, this Infiltration changes considerably into one of urgency, You understand precisely the struggles we in the PLANTs have faced for the Alliance to have achieved them in the meanwhile... <span class="mu-s">Thus, it is Imperative we steal or scuttle their process, one way or another.</span>"
