<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michelle Gardner  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>-<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Landing zone<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>“No more questions? Ok, then why are you all still sitting here?”<br/><br/>She smiles and a little light turns on on the small pad in her lap and she nods as the butterflies in her tummy threatens to return.<br/><br/>“9 minutes until we hit the atmosphere, go strap in and I want you all ready to storm out as soon as the captain gives the go ahead to open the landing bay doors. Good luck.”<br/><br/>With that she stands and marches out to take her own place to monitor the op, by now her legs are well used to compensating for the initial tremors that race through the massive dropship as it hits the upper atmosphere. As she straps on the headset and opens up the maps in front of her the ship rocks a bit violently as the engines kick into gear to slow their descent and from there on out there is only the odd shudder before the last massive one as they touch firm ground again. Through the whole descent she has been busy watching the scanners, listening in on the communications (though most of it is encrypted but you never know).<br/><br/>“Angel, keep your coms open at all times and I want a steady stream of intel. The tech will meet you outside when you return.”<br/><br/>As soon as she has finished talking she changes the channel and gets in touch with the tech who can be heard panting heavily along with grunts as something massive is being moved.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/SNTechgirl.jpg)</div>“I heard Ma'am, don't worry we finished loading up all the mechs and tanks, about... now.”<br/><br/>A heavy thud is heard as the ammo bin closes around the last ton of munitions and then the roar of mechs starting up drowns out anything else. But Michelle is confident in her people, she wouldn't have allowed this mech to try and pilot the Hatchetman if not. Sure, the poor thing isn't trained for combat but many of the mechs at least know how to move a mech around it helps when they need to repair them after all. Would be annoying to have to keep bugging the pilots, though sometimes that is needed if more delicate movements are needed.<br/><br/>Down in the hangar the tech pushes the goggles off her face and wipes sweat, grime and grease off her face. The vast hangar is flashing from the warning lights going off and then the first blast of fresh air as the massive armoured doors slowly start grinding open, again making everyone thankful for any hearing protections. It is loud, it is sweaty, hectic and back breaking work but she wouldn't have it any other way. She looks across the bay at the towering mechs and is filled with pride at her and her coworkers work. Each mech is as battle ready as they can make them, each bin loaded, each joint lubed up, each coolant tank flushed clean and then refilled.<br/><br/>“Kick ass guys and girls, and don't ruin our handywork.”<br/><br/>She mumbles to herself before checking her large bag she will need at the compound, and sure enough it is there. With a large rifle on top just in case, not that she is a good shot but pray and spray should work, surely?<br/><br/>“Mr Angelo, just give me 5 minutes heads up before you touch down and Ill meet you out front.”<br/><br/>She touches her headset in a brief moment of quiet to let him know then she settles down to wait, the worst part of any mission. The waiting, always the waiting to see how the mechs will look when they come back. If they come back, and this time the added fear of her actually having to go out there. And the excitement all that fear brings with it.