Ettin was deep in his work when he heard his alarm ring.<span style="font-style: italic">Tha's right. Cap'n D'reeve wants us all ta meet together 'gain.</span>He set down his tools, relatively pleased with what he's accomplished so far. Perhaps introducing some newer ducting to the thrusters would allow a little more wiggle room for power and, thereby, heat and tension. Of course, he'd have to run it by Captain first. Just in case anything went wrong. It'd have to be during some downtime, certainly. There were dozens of other projects to start; autocannons for protection, heavier armor plating, firearm modifications, or maybe even working with some of the other crew members' cyber-parts. All would come in due time. For now, though, there was a job to be done.<br/><br/>Everyone else had already gathered by the time Ettin made it to the meeting. Captain Dereeve was just starting to explain some of his planning using a holo-projector. It seemed they were after some valuable painting, of all things. That'd be tough to get out without any damage; Ettin had heard stories of the Marauders of Murder in that area. Supposedly they make games out of dragging their victims by the hair behind their buggies. Saw who could fling someone farthest. Ettin gave a soft shudder at the idea. The pay was more than worth it, though, he hadn't seen half of thirty-five-thousand working as a stable mechanic. Of course, that could have been the slummy location, or the poor patrons. In any case, Ettin was looking forward to the job.<br/><br/>Captain Dereeve began talking about the different jobs everyone would be doing during the job, most of which was pretty obvious; the military man would bring the guns, the pilot would, well, pilot. Captain Dereeve then got to Ettin, who would be apparently working a surveyor on the surface. Ettin wondered just how long the trip to Mars would take, if he had time for any work on the surveyor.<br/><br/>"Ehm, Cap'n seh. 'Bout how long will it take ta get ta Mars? The transport I jus' took from there was real slow. Also, there any sp'cific info on where underground it'll be? 'Bout how deep, or if'n it's Mars' nat'ral iron-rich dirt?"<br/><br/>The former of the two conditions would require some adjustments for either pinpoint deep-level scanning or a weaker, wider scan; the latter would be a more interesting option. Ettin believed he could adjust the scan conditions to essentially turn it into a powerful metal detector; when the surveyor found anything more than iron in the ground, that was probably the bunker. That's what Ettin was hoping for; it would be an interesting project.