<br/><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>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Hiro, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Instead of sitting back, you can bend over.  And instead of doing nothing, you can take a hard spanking."<br/><br/>She snorts but a little smile creeps up on the non scarred side of her face, before the accident, before she was promoted to lead this band of misfits they had spent some time together. She isn't sure how it all started, if memory serves they where a bit tipsy and talk turned to sex or lack thereof and they found a mutual like for some light bondage fun. And while she would quite enjoy it, with her new position it is probably not a good idea. Besides now is not the best of time, and she is sure he is only flirting with her to make her feel better. No man would find her new appearance all that pleasing. Perhaps he is feeling bad about it? Blaming himself? Well that is something that they can hash out later.<br/><br/>“Tease.. perhaps.. later.”<br/><br/>She whispers softly and turns to look at the new pilots, they seem to be getting along well enough for a bunch of strangers. Still, she catches the eye of the lead techs and she knows they want the bay to themselves to stow away all the gear before blastoff and as if the ship can read her mind a loud siren starts blaring and warning lights fill the cavernous hall as the massive ramp starts closing.<br/><br/>“STAND CLEAR DOOR CLOSING! STAND CLEAR!”<br/><br/>A computerized voice blares from the speakers and Michelle waits until the warning sirens fall silent to suck air into her lungs and then she calls out to her new pilots.<br/><br/>“OK all, clear off the deck. Unless you want to help stow ammo? No? Good, then meet up in the messhall on the double! Time to start earning your pay!”<br/><br/>She gives Hiro a little wink and she walks by him and one hand snakes out to slap him on his adorable butt, nice and tight behind you worship for hours. The thought sends a delightful little tingle through her ruined body but she suppresses it as she grips the ladder and quickly hauls herself up and out of the bay to head for the mess.<br/><br/>“Nathaniel, meet us in the mess hall.” she speaks into the intercom on her way, with her knowing her way around the ship like it was her home she beats the rest of them there and positions herself at the head of a table and waits for them all to file in. As each man and woman enters she gives them a little nod and greets each by name. They are not that many that she cannot remember a few names, specially when their lives are now in her hands. Patiently she waits for the smalltalk to die down before clearing her throat demanding attention. With both hands crossed behind her back she meets their eyes before talking.<br/><br/>“Right, I know you all would have liked more time to get to know each other, to learn the habits and ways of fighting. But we do not have that luxury sadly, with the invasion worlds are burning and I do not want to even think of the death toll so far. But I got us a job that will pay for some much needed munitions, as some of you know, the ones that pilot missile mechs, we are short on missiles. We got enough for this job but if you can avoid wasting them I would appreciate it. Now.. the mission.”<br/><br/>As she speaks a monitor comes to life behind her and she steps a few steps to the side to let them see the map. A small square compound with three large buildings nuzzling in with each other in the middle, a wall running along the perimeter and then open fields.<br/><br/>“Listening station Alpha Alpha five. Small, insignificant and to the naked eye abandoned. According to our employer there is some important information stored within, we are to head there, retrieve it and get out as fast as we can. The Clans are on the ground, Ghost Bear is currently fighting against a Draconis and mercenary mix trying to take it over. So the plan is to pretend to be just regular reinforcements, but we will make a dash for the station instead. Now, according to the latest intel the station is behind Clan lines. So if we stay too long it is likely we will be met with more resistance than we are equipped to handle at this point. Now. I want to open to floor to everyone, give me your thoughts, your questions, your ideas. We haven't had too much time to get to know each other, and I found or rather my old mentor hammered it into me. Let people speak during planning, that way you learn how they think and can better learn how to fight with them. Ok he said it in quite different words, most of them slurred by drink.”<br/><br/>With that she falls silent and desperately resists the urge to reach up to scratch at the scars on her face, why won't they stop itching?! It is infuriating, specially since she knows that side of her face is completely nerve dead so the itching is all in her head. A few breaths allow herself to push the phantom itch away before she points to the station again.<br/><br/>“It has four turret emplacements, long range autocannons with short range missile backups. We do not know if they are operational but let us assume they are. The leftmost building is a small mech hangar, on paper for agrimechs but can easily hold a few light mechs or even a medium but not tall enough for a heavy unless they have modified it. The target building is the centre one, someone has to go in on foot. Follow the instructions we have been given to download the data and then get out. The very last building is mess, showers and quarters. It should be empty. But again we do not know for sure. Now. Thoughts?”