Damian had gotten up from his workbench and headed straight to the team lab. He had looked around as his ‘teammates’ were getting into their simulation capsule. He hated this part. Trying to quell the rising panic that always washed over him when he got into the suffocating pods he entered his and closed his eyes breathing in shallow deep breaths. It was just a simulation it would be fine. The link to the pod was established quickly and he was launched into the simulation prep area The hangar where his Mech waited. He didn't have to think about the fact he was in a tight pod that felt way too close for his comfort levels. That he couldn't see even if he opened his eyes. He was in the simulation now. He relaxed instantly.<br/><br/>He made his way over to his Mech. He still had an hour left of time. He activated the hatch which was located at the back of his mech and watched as it lowered exposing his cockpit. He grinned as his body tensed with anticipation. He walked up and sat down quickly his hand flew over the screens turning them on and with a hiss the hatched closed and his restraints snaked around his body holding him in place, much like any fighter pilot. It left his limbs free to move, but kept him right there in his seat. Damian pressed his hand on the Tetrapolia symbol and said in a clear voice “Damian Romanov,” he waited only a moment before the AI announced, “Authentication Recognized,” and his neuro link began. He sat with his eyes closed for this part. He always felt uneasy as the Mech linked neurologically to him. It felt odd and disorienting at first. It was quick and he blinked a few times when it was done as the screens began flashing readouts of the systems check. All green. He was set and ready to go.<br/><br/>Ten minutes to launch. He grinned and waited for the launch to begin. Listening to the instruction that came through the system. He stepped out onto the landing pad looking around at his teammates. A-3. They were A-3 today. He grinned. Space launches were his favorite and he loved them. He loved the feel of it. Space had always fascinated him. It had always been something he’d enjoyed. Something that set his blood on fire.<br/><br/>“Company A-3. F9483. Damian Romanov. Ready for Launch.” He called out to the AI as he stood still watching the pod come around him and jerk of the ship making him uncomfortable all of a sudden. Adrenaline coursed through his system heightening his senses. He was ready. He felt ready. His heart thundered. The pod fell down launching into space and he watched and listened to the chatter from the other’s and their commander. He wondered if this was part of the simulation. An ambush. That meant their enemy was already on them. Shit.<br/><br/>Once they landed he scanned the area. Ready. He waited for the orders to be given. The mission leader would feed them intel as needed. He was already weapons hot. Even if he was a mechanic, they all had to be ready for the invasion. That was the way of things. Soldier first, everything else came second. He’d do his thing, and he’d also observe. If he found anything out that enlightened him he’d write it out and send it to the lab techs for further development. Maybe just maybe he’d get some fun out of this.