<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>Hussar HSR-200Db '<em>Grisel</em>'<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Abuse of the English Language.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Ailis refrains from a cheeky remark, bouncing to her feet almost gracefully, saluting and then vanishing to the thud of her heavy boots. She doesn't need much time to get ready - most of the work has already been done, checking her emergency kit and stowing it and going over<em>Grisel's</em>moving parts on the journey - but she will feel better in the seat, ready to go.<br/><br/>Toads, Deitrich said. Ailis has heard of toads. Making sure she has what little goes into the cockpit with her - knives, thin tank top, very short shorts, cooling vest, armored boots - she pauses for a breath. Surely the tales are exaggerated; nothing can take a direct shot from a PPC and just walk it off; even a 'Mech doesn't just shrug that off. But the notion remains unsettling, and she has to shake herself to get moving again. Up the gantry, pausing for one last update, then strapping herself in and making sure<em>Grisel</em>is secured. The rest flows with the ease of habit, and a phrase in her native Gaelic. Ailis closes her eyes as<em>Grisel</em>wakes around her, and opens them again with a shiver. "Babh, ready t' go, on yer mark."