Kira gave a nod to the captain as she opted to remain behind. "Of course, that's why you're the captain, captain." With that she turned on her heels and followed the others who made their way to get equipped.<br/><br/>The armoury was Kira's second home but her own room had what she needed on this occasion. Entering it she went to a cabinet that matched her height, a suit if her astro-combat armour inside that stood with its front open. Allowing her to step inside. As the suit made contact with her skin a display of vitals, although to anyone that isn't a medic they're just funky lights would appear on her back. A bar which represented her overall physical state, a single blip that represented her heart beat, a semi-circular bar which represented oxygen supply, thruster fuel dial and there were more that Kira had never got around to explaining to Mica or the crew.<br/><br/>A shoulder mounted arm attachment was free and she had a selection of weapons to equip in it, on this occasion she picked a flamethrower knowing fully well the effects or defects itt can have in spacial combat.<br/><br/>Then with that she selected a simple combat shotgun, perfect for intimidation and clearing hallways. Making sure she had ample ammunition.<br/><br/>As she walked to the airlock her earpiece chimed with the captain's words. "Understood, Captain." Kira moved to the front of the group, by the door itself and turned back. "I'll be first to enter and the last to leave. No theatrics as always. We're heading straight to the bridge and getting the cargo manifest. Then we'll improvise dependant on what goods they have."<br/><br/>Kira as always was cool headed, blunt and direct about their operation. Her helmet rose up from a chest plate and began to close around her head and link to the armour. "Are we ready?"