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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.03.24 04:56:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote:
Upon accepting the contract a message appears instructing you to be at a specific hanger number within the hour. Upon arriving the hanger contains only a small shuttle and a pilot standing patiently by. They approach you asking to verify your ID, handing you a data pad. The pilot explains that the data pad contains the mission briefing and that you are expected to study its contents while they shuttle you to another location.
Pixie > Just undocked from Yulai. I'll be at the facility soon
The Wolf > Anything strike you about the crew?
Pixie > What do you mean?
The Wolf > Nothing... I just want to know what's on your mind.
Pixie > What's on my mind is that this mission is going to get us the funds to redeploy to Molden Heath. What's on my mind is that once we can cover the bill for your pilot's licence we can have you back out there dropping warheads on foreheads and supporting the fleet.
Pixie > Mobius stuck his neck out for this merger, and I owe Niina some proof that it will be worth it.
The Wolf > You really think this deal will rake in that much?
Pixie > Did you see those figures they forwarded us? If this corporation is willing to pay that much to retrieve an artifact, then we can fetch an even bigger price just selling the intel on whatever we pull out of that ship.
The Wolf > I'm just wondering if you have the same feeling that I've got.
Pixie > What, now you decide to worry about me? You think you can just come back and pretend that I mean anything to you?
The Wolf > Galm. Listen, please. Just tell me if you're thinking what I'm thinking.
The Wolf > Talk to me buddy.
The Wolf > Please.
Pixie > I'm thinking why would they ask for soldiers to complete a salvage mission.
Quote:GÇ£DidnGÇÖt think you would be on this one CJ,GÇ¥ she said with a slightly concerned expression on her face. She was short, maybe 5GÇÖ1, she was dressed in combat fatigues. Her appearance and facial tattoos suggesting that she was Minmatar, specifically a member of the Brutor tribe.
GÇ£Yeah, me neither.GÇ¥ The man sounded slightly annoyed. He stood more than a foot taller than the woman, but his back was turned to the door. He was wearing a ragged looking pair of sweats with a tank top draped over his left shoulder. GÇ£I was in the middle of the psych testing when they pulled me out.GÇ¥ Psychological testing was performed on all agents after a mission was completed. They were usually given at least a few days of rest to mentally recover.
GÇ£Are you going to be good?GÇ¥ the woman asked, the look of concern still on her face. She knew the answer, he passed the tests, he always did. The man just gave a shrug of his wide shoulders and gave her a smile.
Galm entered the conference room, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he set his dufflle bag on the table in the center of the room. He carefully unzipped the bag and one by one began to pull out his weapons and assemble them. He snapped two halves of a rifle together and placed the fully assembled sniper in front of him.
Galm wasn't a particularly striking man. His moderate height and neutral facial features gave him a certain level of racial ambiguity that was normally reserved for ethnic Gallente. Only after a decent amount of time could one determine that we was in fact of (mostly) Civire origin. His olive flight jacket must have sported more than thirty different patches from various combat units, though none seemed more coveted than the red Mordu's Legion crest that sat on his right shoulder.
"Saisa," Galm grumbled to the Matari, not even looking up from his sniper as he pulled back the bolt to check the action.
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.03.26 03:22:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote:With the arrival of the mercenaries CJ and the woman ceased speaking. The man turned around to face the mercenaries as they arrived, pulling off two medical leads that were attached to his chest and put them into his pocket. Quote:
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
GÇ£If they said they were going to handle it then I would trust them.GÇ¥ CJ approached Galm as he spoke, pulling his shirt on as he did. GÇ£Just donGÇÖt ask them how,GÇ¥ CJ had a knowing grin on his face. GÇ£As for the mission you will be told what you need to know.GÇ¥ CJ had spent the last 6 months working almost exclusively for the corporation, and he had learned pretty quickly to stop asking so many questions. GÇ£You shouldnGÇÖt bring anything you arenGÇÖt prepared to lose,GÇ¥ the woman finally spoke as she walked up behind CJ.
Galm turned to face the woman. He opened his mouth to speak for a moment before shaking his head slightly and turning back to his gear.
"Obliged," he sighed plainly.
He found a chair and continued to sit for several minutes, watching more and more mercenaries enter the room one after the other. With each one, Galm gave them a glare of acknowledgement and a sarcastic tip of his nonexistant hat. When Denak entered the two shared a brief greeting in Intaki before Denak went about his business and Fae went back to reclining as far back in his seat as possible. When Hawk entered the room and set down his chaingun, Galm just barely caught a glimpse of several spider cracks splinter in the glass. He looked up at him for several seconds with a dead expression as the mercenary adjusted his case to hide it.
"... Thoroughly entertained..." Galm spoke, motioning to himself with a weak smile.
Kador was seemingly asleep in the corner, Satja cradling him not-quite-lovingly. Close to lovingly... But not quite lovingly. Subconsciously Galm's eyes were drawn to Satja's silver choker. It seemed to... Vulgar? No, not vulgar... More... Perverted to insist on wearing an article of clothing that speaks as a testament to the failure of your race whilst tending to a member of the party responsible. The choker was disgusting, by causation Kador was disgusting, and by contiguity Satja was disgusting. After a few seconds of sneering Galm realized that he had been staring at the two and forced himself to look away in fear of accidentally making eye contact.
I need to get myself one of those cloaking modules... It'd make people watching so much easier.
"Hey Kador!" Galm shouted, looking away, "Heard about what happened down there with those blood raiders. I mean... Who hasn't? Everyone on Yulai was talking about how much of a clusterf**k that turned out to be."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.03.27 02:35:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
Ave my..... "Caldari" friend.... Blessings be upon you."
Galm sat forward in his seat slightly, planting his feet firmly on the ground. His face lit a deep red as he detected the spite in the Templar's voice when he spat the word 'Caldari.' He tried his hardest to force down the growing urge to walk out on this mission entirely before it had even began, eventually collecting his composure and reclining back in his chair once again. Galm slipped his hand into his jacket and drew on Kador.
Between the two of them sat Galms hand, positioned to look like a loaded pistol. With a wink Galm pretended to line up a shot on the Templar and Satja, each time pulling away while mouthing pewpew. Back and fourth he went, each time his smile growing wider and wider until he chuckled dismissively and threw his hands to his sides.
"You need to lighten up kaaserai. Maybe take your arvumaa dancing instead of dragging her into a room full of bloodthirsty immortals."
Galm shot a glance at Satja, biting the air slightly like a rabid dog. It was all an act of course, but anything to get under Kador's skin was worth it. He drew his eyes back to Kador, swapping his irises to a violent red.
"So... Tanks not doing it for you anymore? I mean... I'm sure you'll do just fine once we get in the ship. No big open spaces for you to **** yourself in. Then again, it's W space. Anything can happen out there."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.03.28 04:03:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote: GÇ£We believe this is where the bridge is located. We lost contact before the mapping could be completed. Your second primary objective is to retrieve the navigation computer from the bridge. Although how you complete the mission is up to you we recommend splitting into two teams.GÇ¥ The voice paused again for a moment.
Galm sighed heavily and leaned forward in his chair, slightly disgruntled.
"Right... So... One of us has to go into the ancient derelict house of horrors. I volunteer as tribute."
All the other mercenaries glared at Galm, unsure if they should object or allow him to blindly march to his doom. Maybe Galm's willingness to delve deep into the heart of the unknown was spurred on by some sense of adventure. Maybe he just wanted to prove himself. Either way, he trembled with either excitement or nervousness as he eyed the layout of every known corridor of that spacecraft.
Once he was content, Galm slung his rifles around his shoulder and followed the blue lights into the armory. He looked about with a youthful enthusiasm, smiling as groups of drones whizzed past his head towards lockers crammed full of ammunition. It took him a few moments to identify the corner of the facility that was dedicated to specifically Galm's gear, were several caches of arms had just been moved into position by drones from off of the shuttle he had arrived on. Galm opened on of the several containers, eyeing over his selection of firearms carefully. Before him lay a plethora of select rail, scrambler, and blaster weapons from various makes and models.
Won't been needing you old friend, Galm breathed to himself silently as his gaze passed over his 'Toxin' series assault rifle. Indeed, a weapon with a bit more fiances would be required for this mission. Eagerly, he reached for his State-Issued specialist rifle, patting it lightly with content. He looked down at his stockpile once again, cocking his head slightly to the left as he asked a station tech to ensure that his rifles were loaded onto his combat clones before the mission began.
Minutes later Galm walked over to Satja, looking down at the floor while he tucked to scrambler rifles under his arms.
"Look..." he began, refusing to look her in the eye, "I... Have a few extra weapons I'm never going to use. I was wondering if Kador wanted these Stormvein rifles for the mission."
He looked around for a moment before shrugging and dropping the weapons at his feet and turning around with a dismissive wave as be began to walk away.
"You know what?" he hollered behind his shoulder, "Don't even bother asking him. Just take them! I don't feel like caring the damn things back anyway, they are heavy as ****!"
Walking over to his pod, Galm caught a brief glance of his combat clones in the corner of his eye. They were strung up on large metal racks in glass cages, awaiting their chance to be set free. There was no need for "pod goo" as capsuleers often called it, as the dropsuits already did a well enough job of preserving the synthetic polymer bodies encased within. Fae couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief in the knowledge that his clones would be well broken in. Each one was marked with several tally marks indicating successful deployments without a single personal loss. This wasn't to say that all of them were unscathed. On the contrary, two of the three seemed heavily scared from thermal damage or shrapnel deflection, some parts we just barely held together by nanite clustered that had worked diligently to repair and solder any wounds inflicted while planetside, and the long range tracking computers that sat on his visors were covered with a thin layer of red dust from his last deployment.
There was certain high a soldier always feels when stepping into a heavy combat clone. In the span of seconds Galm could go from his normally limber self to a hulking mass of armor defended by a thick layer of shielding capable of driving rounds through helmets at ranges greater than a kilometer away. He craved it... Badly. Yearning for this power, Galm quickly began to strip himself to enter his stasis pod. His weak leisurely form no longer felt able to contain his fighting spirit. If he didn't shed it soon it would rip free and roam wild!
While Galm was short, he still sported the broad shoulders of a Civire and balanced out his form well enough with a neatly toned core. He reached down it and pulled his shirt up over his head, reveling the Templis Dragonaur tattoo that had been etched into the right side of his abdomen. Once his shirt was off he easily dropped his drawers and stepped into his pod without need of removing any undergarments.
Galm had always preferred to 'go commando' at every opportunity.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.03.29 02:19:00 -
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Back in The Black... Enjoy it while it lasts Galm. Hmmm... Does this count as sleep? Gods and spirits, if it does this is probably the first time I've slept in weeks. I mean, there was that one night a few days ago with Niina but I don't think either of us got any sleep that night.
It's an energy thing I bet. I've been sitting at a desk too long and can't get all of it out of my system. With a bit of luck maybe I'll actually get a night of rest after this deployment.
Initializing Dropsuit Core Systems..
Uploading Mission Directive and Connecting to TacNet...
Processing....
Cleared for Operations, Activating Dropsuit Control
[/////SystemsOverride=New_System\\\\\\\\\]
[////Eskola_Overclock{Active}\\\\\]
[~~Saisa_Soldier!<3~~]
Fae's heads up display flashed to life as the red sensors of his dropsuit ignited. There was the dull hum of a fusion coil spinning up, then the loud metallic clank as the electromagnets holding his clone to the CRU disengage, dropping him a little over a meter onto the deck below him. Behind his helmet, Galm was observing all the feedback his suit was giving him from his current weapon loadout to the efficiency rating of his overclocked processor. As his suit synchronized with the computers in his rifles, an 8-bit version of Niina cropped up in the corner of his vision with a smile and a brief salute. Beside her, a neon text box blinked cheerfully.
[~~Moitte_Soldier!<3~~]
Galm raised his Commando ck.0 to his feet, pivoting quickly in place to ensure his neural link was complete. Within seconds the station tech he had spoken to earlier scurried up to him and presented Fae with his rifle. Nodding with content, Galm placed his now massive palm on the grown man and tousled his hair like a child.
"Now remember!" he advised, projecting his voice from the speakers on his suit, "If I find out you scuffed any of my rifles loading them onto my rig, I'm coming back here and shooting you out an air lock!"
He chuckled slightly, making the poor engineer wounder if he was serious or not. With another nod he was off, setting along with the other mercenaries to the hanger.
"Alright... CJ, is it?" he asked, coming up behind him and placing a hand on Noah's shoulder, "I'm ready to board the transport as soon as my clones are loaded."
Galm have him a quick thumbs up, letting his rifle dangle freely from his chest strap as he turned away. Besides his rifle, the Caldari was weighed down by several boxes of ammunition, the Thale sniper loaded in steel rucksack, and a compact nanohive that was fixed to his lower back ready to release a swarm of nanites that could repair his armor and replenish his cache at will. With all of this equipment, it seemed hard to remember that he was the same short Civire who stepped into his stasis pod mere moments ago.
As he steeled himself for the coming mission, he noticed Ermac approaching him from the armory.
"Saisa," Galm greeted, giving him a weak salute.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.03.30 04:36:00 -
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Ermac Vesely wrote:"Saisa, Mr. Fae" responds Ermac as he stops infront of him and copys the salute but with more vigor.
"I heard that you want to go alone to the bridge. I thought that it would be a better idea if 2 of us could do that part of the mission just to make sure that nothing happens."
Ermac didn't know that man, nor did he have any idea how he is going to react to his offer to help him, but to be quiet frank is that not important for him.
What is important is that he knew that he would end as the 5th wheel on the wagon when it came to the artifact, and sending one comrade alone without someone to cover his back is never a good idea.
That and he was a little curious about that man, and why he was so fixated on the Templar.
The info of what happend to the ship, is just a nice extra for the job
Ermac stretches his armored hand out towards Galm and asks:" I hope that this partnership will end in great success comrade wouldn't you agree?"
And let's hope that we can get each other out of the ship before they decide to just leave us there.
"With respect kirjuun, it was never my intent to enter that ship alone. I knew that sooner or later someone would step up to the plate volunteer to help enter that ship. At any rate, I am glad to have you with me Ermac."
Galm clasps Ermac's hand and shakes it vigorously, happy to make the man's acquaintance.
Quote:"You guys trying to fail this mission?"
Galm didn't even bother saying anything at first. Instead, he simply turned to face Roy and leaned backwards against the railing. While it creaked for a moment the steel eventually settled, holding his massive weight. He turned his head towards Ermac for a moment before Roy began speaking again. By the time he had finally finished his statement Fae was already leaning forward to approach Roy and shout him into oblivion with certain words that one could only learn in the Legion.
Before he even had the chance to however, Denak had already began giving his response. With each sentence, Galm stomped his feet in approval. Even when he openly called out Fae, he couldn't help but smile behind his helmet out of respect for the man's candor.
Quote:"I would leave, but I'd prefer to see the train wreck in effect just so that if we do die, in the afterlife, I can tell you I told you so."
"Bull****," Galm spat to Ermac, who seemed to shake his head in either approval or acknowledgement.
Quote:"I don't think we're very different, Mr. Kalamari. It's just that you're full of **** and you don't even know it. I mean. At least I know I'm an a-hole but you...You. For someone who's supposedly well-experienced, you lack the knowledge that usually separates the greenhorns from the vets."
"Communication is key. Simply being able to say, yes, no, confirmed in a battle doesn't make a team work. It's the thorough communication that goes on. Professionals understand this. You don't. Already, there's a good amount of hostility on the team. But sure that doesn't affect the mission as long as everyone's a professional, right? Or what about not knowing the weaknesses and strengths of your squadmate? Or what about understanding how they each fight? Or how they feel? What the f-ck have you learned in your life as an immortal? It's as simple as getting on the field and shooting? In fact, I've been criticized in leadership positions strictly for not being able to communicate with my team properly on several occasions. I was too distant. Does that sound familiar, hot shot?"
Roy rubbed the bridge of his nose and giggled again.
"But someone would think that you know everything from the manner in which you speak. Only deepens the question to why we're here. But you don't care, do you?"
Every word Roy spoke was painful to listen to. When he chuckled like an idiot and grabbed the bridge of his nose Galm reached for his rail rifle and shouldered it.
"Hey kakku!" he barked, sighting up Roy.
A few seconds of silence passed before Galm pulled the trigger. There was a single click and nothing else. Slowly, Galm lowered his weapon and let it hang from his chest rig.
"Pew-pew... Now watch who you talk down to frog, especially when you're speaking to someone like Denak. He's six times the soldier you could hope to be so either shut up and learn something from him, or just keep on trying to **** him and the rest of us off. That's completely up to you. Personally? I have full faith and confidence in most of the men and women in this room."
Galm pivoted over to Kador. Reaching behind his helmet, he undid the latch to his visor and removed it. While the lower portion that included his respirator covered his mouth, the pale eyes of his combat clone could now meet the templar's. The androgynous, streamlined features of his new body seemed more reminiscent of a Jove than his former form.
"Believe it or not soldier, that includes you. I test you because I know you can handle it. I don't doubt that each and every one of us come from our own backgrounds and we ought not pretend that we can understand the extent of eachother's experience... But if nothing else than I have faith in myself for gods' sake, and I believe that I can make it back from this mission alive. So if nothing else... Be happy you have me I guess."
Galm's eyes seemed suggestive of a joking smile as he locked his visor back into position.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.04.10 06:42:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote:GÇ£To all mercenaries, please finish your preparations and assemble in hanger T-13. There are less than 10 minutes until launch. All mercenaries please assemble in hanger T-13, 10 minutes until launch.GÇ¥
Galm looked up from his position on the railing, having spent several minutes now talking himself up in his head for the upcoming mission. He breathed deeply, thinking about the objective and the men he was soon to serve with. Every word Fae had spoken earlier about having confidence in each member of the team was true, but he was not yet convinced that each mercenary would live up to their potential as an effective soldier.
Denak and Kador were seasoned fighters, but he had yet to see the abilities of the others that surrounded him. Sure, he could access CONCORD dossiers and attempt to discern how many kills they had achieved versus their amount of deaths in approved burn zones, but that only said so much about their abilities as a mercenary. Galm for one, knew his own probably looked none too good itself. He could thank his previous blatant disregard for his own life for that smudge on his record, even if it was justified by the number of installations he had managed to take or how many front lines he had broken through. While he had since grown better about preserving himself in battle since he'd reunited with Niina, it would take some time to raise his average all-time ratio.
He laughed for a moment, entertained with the way he was analyzing statistics in his profession as if he were a part of a sports team. He supposed that was what baseliners must do, idolizing immortals as gladiators to be tracked, managed, and paid accordingly. Galm wondered to himself if somewhere out there in the universe there was a "fantasy squad' application on someone's datapad and if Galm was a member of anyone's selected team. He shock his head, chuckling slightly as he boarded the Pilgrim.
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Inside the hanger the techs and drones are finishing their final preparations, while equipment is being loaded onto the Pilgrim class force recon class cruiser. The cargo bay and much of the cruiser has been retrofitted into a troop transport and command center.
The sleek and elegant lines that traditionally represent ammar design and architecture are absent from the modified areas of the ship. Instead the design is very minimalist, lacking any unnecessary or extra features. In the area closest to the cargo doors are a dozen rather uncomfortable looking seats. The middle of the cargo hold had been turned into an armory; it is also where the extra clones are stored. Further back is the command center where the support personnel will be monitoring the drones and sensors.
Once everyone is loaded and aboard the cruiser will take off for W-space.
Upon boarding the ship, Galm immediately hurries over to his combat clones to ensure they are all in correct order. Satisfied with their placement, he kisses his palm and places it over the front of one of his clone's helmets for luck. He turns away nodding, knowing he is ready for deployment. Seconds later he is buckling himself to the seat nearest the door, his rifle tucked under his chair but easily within reach.
"Right!" he cheers through his speakers, "Anyone gonna sit with me? Conversation will keep my mind off the possibility of that wormhole collapsing with us in it."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.04.12 06:53:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:"in fat-suits?" Junko quipped,entering the conversation. She smiled and slightly shook her head with a slight chuckle. she unhooked her scrambler rifle and set it against her as she made her way to a seat near the entrance. "as far as i know, Jester, Myself and Denak are the fastest members of the squad as of right now, and since the Bridge to the yan jung structure is a long ways away, it'll take a scout with a cloaking module to get through our opposition" she said as she booted up her Neocom. "sorry to say this Ermac, but you'll be sticking with the "Hot shots" of our team until the navcom is hacked" Junko said with a mischievous smile
Galm banged loudly against his breast plate several times before he spoke, ensuring he had Junko's attention when he began. Rather than his voice being projected through his speakers, it now transmitted directly over the ship's TacNet and barked inside the helmet of every mercenary in his fire team with a static pop.
"If I may?" he asked sincerely, pausing briefly as if waiting or any objections, "You're absolutely right about the scout suits. We need soldiers inside that ship who can slip in an out quickly and covertly, but we also can't rely too heavily on the abilities of a handful of cloaking mechanisms. If even one of those fail you could stir up a nest of gods know what without any offensive or defensive capabilities outside of your combat styles that are typically geared only towards anti-personnel combat. Our 'fat-suits' on the other hand have weight taken off the external frame. That makes us just as fast as any standard infantry unit while still maintaining mission capability over a broad range of possible contacts. We might not be infiltrators, but we make damn good suppression fighters if need be and you are going to need someone who can operate a swarm launcher or an anti-material rifle with enough ammunition to draw any threats away from the scout team. My suggestion? Only take one of us with you. It can be me or Ermac, I frankly don't care which as long as you feel comfortable with the level of support."
With that Galm leaned back in his chair, looking around at the other mercenaries that had begun taking their seats in the cruiser.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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