>>6298763Aboard the Alliance Agammenon-Class Vessel Nietzsche, its special assigned squad of spatially-aware pilots are prepared for deploying as the Bridge notifies to begin engagement procedures.
"Battle Stations to level 4 priority! Every technician and officer report to your assigned station!" Blared across the intercomms, two pilots in specially demarked purple normal suits rushing across the hallways as they bicker.
"You'd think they would have learned to take a dive after we pushed them out of Ptolemaus, Right <span class="mu-s">Jamil?!</span>" The blue eyed pilot motioned to the younger pilot as they struggle with putting their helmet on.
"I- I really don't know Toledo, do we have a direct line of communication with HQ and the Nottingham?" He remarks, acknowledging the pressure placed on them as they pass through a windowed hallway.
Observing for a brief moment the line of Nelson-class ships lined up in enfilade to the reported attack on-.
>Snipe attack = 59 (Minour Success)[
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And recoil as one of them is impacted on the engines, fuel tanks rupturing and engulfing the entire ship in a thin film before exploding outright, Toledo flinching as he covers their eyes while Jamil loses their footing floating and flipping forth-.
As red alert buzzers and blast-doors shut off the window for safety.
"What the fu-?!" The older pilot recovers as he leaps ahead, grabbing the flailing young man as he settles them down firmly with a smack of their forearm "Jamil! Calm the hell down. We need to deploy!"
The young man whimpers an affirmation, readying alongside his comrade towards the small prep hangar for the vessel, rank and file pilots presenting themselves aside-.
As a blonde young man salutes the approaching pilots with the same uniform as him "Took ya both long enough."
"Shut the hell up, <span class="mu-i">La Flaga!</span>" Toledo yells as he leaps ahead in low-gravity towards his own Moebius pod.
"Mu! Did-did you at least feel where those shots came from-?!" Jamil leaps towards their beginning to enter inside of it as mechanical arms begin the process of sealing and adjusting the spatial-awareness Corps. Moebius-Zero units to deploy.
"Not really, Bridge's getting on it..." The man replied as he set up their comms inside their own cockpit "I can see you're shaken up pretty bad by this one... <span class="mu-i">How about you cover my back and I'll cover yours?</span>" The man offers, a confidence radiating off their voice unlike-.
"Oi! La Flaga, Rookie privilege doesn't let you just slack from covering my angles too!" Toledo complained before readying for deployment "<span class="mu-s">Toledo Crosshaw! NT-8 Launching!</span>"
"Suit yourself, You be careful as well." The blonde man snarked playfully before focusing ahead "<span class="mu-s">Mu La Flaga! NT-4 Launching!</span>"
Which left the rookie young pilot to cover their tracks last, as the two wire-gunpodded mobile armours deployed ahead... A silent sigh of preparation coming from them.
"<span class="mu-s">Jamil Natte. NT-13. Launching!</span>"
