Amanda chuckled, just a little~ "Well, if we<i>do</i>find a nest~" she began, ever-so-thoughtfully; Then winced and tapped her commbead.<i>"Standard swarm-control procedure. Deploy charges, and either enfilade them in a bottleneck, or immediately withdraw to higher ground...</i>There was a trained cadence to her words, as if she'd memorized them from the manual~ The information drilled into her over the long, *long* sessions and sweeps she'd done, in the safety of the base...<br/><br/>There was a low buzz as she narrowed the frequency- Giving the comm equivalent of a comforting pat.<i>"Don't worry. If it's a *small* nest, we have enough firepower..."</i>the compact, chargepacks attached to each meshsuit weren't *exactly* hand grenades; Too large, for one, oddly bulky compared to the sleek, molded lines of the skintight suits. They were there for the *bad* times, the times when sidearms and rifles just couldn't cut it...<br/><br/>The same force-tech that powered XCITE's basic sidearm was a *highly* adaptable one, though the problem was stability. The complex array is fragile at the *best* of times, and it'd taken them a while to craft a weapon that didn't detonate when the array was knocked out of alignment. Because when you have *that* much pent-up force, when things go wrong, they go wrong *explosively*.<br/><br/>In a word: WHOOMPH.<br/><br/>Now, imagine if you did it on *purpose*.<br/><br/>Amanda shuddered, lightly in mock-fear;<i>"If it's a *large* one, well...That's what *these* are for.</i>Her eyes brightened, just a little, as another thought struck her;<i>"Besides, there a bonus for each confirmed nest cleared, or even *footage* of one...The boys back home just can't get enough."</i><br/><br/>She<i>didn't</i>mention the horde of misshapen creatures that'd dragged Ayumi down into the depths with them, even as they'd blasted and battered and shot their way free.<br/><br/>She<i>didn't</i>mention that the demons, terrifyingly enough, preferred to take their victims *alive*, for some ungodly reason~ And no-one knew *quite* how many of them lurked in the dark corners of the Disaster Zone. Or even how big a mature demon bull could grow...<br/><br/>Instead, she said-<i>"Remember, the meshsuit has enough juice to get you clear, if we're *really* in trouble. So- Eyes ahead, be careful, and we'll get out of this just fine...</i>"