'easiest place would have to be in the top section of the wreck, large hole, easy access. extra tanks of oxygen needed to refill the corridors again. could take a few from Jun-mai, but i think she's not up for another WH op.

Large ship, power most likely out, large distance needed to traverse. could use Trojan modules, insert allies in key locations. risky, possibility of drone intervention.

Modified heavy-class dropship, caldari variant resistant to drones in this section of WH space. fast insertion, fast exfil. no, need crew, more expenses, maybe jacob, rataaki, and oman can join?'

Denak was mostly focused on scanning his surroundings, observing as more and more mercenaries exited the shuttle and gathered around the conference room while leaning against a wall. Some faces looked familiar, others not so much, he had plenty of time to get to know them during deployment in any case. He was soon distracted though when he heard Junko address him. He politely bowed his head in greeting, keeping his arms tucked behind his back as he spoke:

"I'm good. I trust contracts have been good for you as well?"

As Denak gave a brief glance of the conference room, Sergamon's behavior caught his attention, especially when he was acting like he was about to be attacked, and definitely hiding a gun under his black robes. He gave a silent sigh to the man, uttering out a dismissive: "Amateur". Soon his attention was grabbed by Junko again when she spoke. In response he gave a nonchalant shrug, lifting a hand up to scratch his bearded chin.

"It was hectic at times, but nothing I can't handle."

"I've grown to to expect nothing to go as planned when going on these kinds of deployments", was his simple reply, inhaling with a slight sigh. .

"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."

Sergamon watches when Ventus points at him,"What a fuk never needed spokes person before" Sergamon thinks by himself.

Sergamon raises his voice, and start to talk with deep voice " Attention mercs,we all have arrived here for a job"

Sergamon looks at denak and adamance "Some of you, i have seen in battle and know they are good what they do"

Sergamon take litle pause and continues "But some of you are strangers to others, and i personally like to know the people whom i work with"

Sergamon continue" I can start,You can call me Draco and i am your friendly assault/HAV driver"

"Hey, wait up. Junko, is it?"

"Ahh. I thought so. I've seen newbies go through the same thing where they'll try to stand up and end up falling like a trying baby."

"Well maybe the immortal life isn't for you? Not to discourage you but, like, when I'm in skin...the skin of a clone, it doesn't feel like a real battle. It all feels like a dream or an accurate illusion. That's why I crack jokes and cling onto my humor. To liven it up. You know, make it spicy. That's why I bring a lot of energy and put my fiber into this way of life. Maybe after this, you might want to consider another life, if not approaching immortal-hood differently. Maybe just stick to cargo running or actually trying something completely different."

"But don't get caught up on all of those feelings while we're on the job. You'll do worse if you don't put your all into it but I'm sure you know that." He smiled.

"And if you do slip up, I'll have your back. I mean. It's not like we're B-F-F's or whatever." He laughed as he wiped a tear from his right eye, rubbing it as if he just got finished bawling.

"It's just that we might suffer from a fate worse than death."

"Look around you, people are still performing maintenance checks on their gear, they still teach you to do that at the academy, right? Kador and possibly Jester are also currently engaged in prayer, and our logistics officer is off meeting our command crew."

He paused.

"With your overly fast paced attitude, we would be going in there half ready unsure if our stuff will work. Besides, it's not my call that we are still waiting, that's up to our employers. Take it up with them."

A drone hovers by, fidgeting with it's appendages.

"Drones may be disabled in countless ways, but people can be killed in an even greater variety of ways. The drones, at least, are disposable enough that we can send waves of them in to scout the place. By comparison, we only have one scout unit of our own."

Hawkeye gestures to the drone to approach.

"See that there? That little guy floating about next to us? Ask it for the map. It's incomplete, but it's what we have. Once we're on-site, we can talk about making a complete map, till then, get of your bloody high horse!"

God blast it, she thought desperately, made to dart for the portal back to the briefing room.

She jumped as the works, unmistakably of Matari origin, though not of her own dialect, sounded behind her.

She looked back towards the door. Junko was standing there, her face also unmistakably of Mataroi original, tattoo, and all she looked like a fine representation of her former people. She was shaking. What would the woman do to her? Would she try to convince her to run....or fight...or....or.... who knew what.

As she entered Satja bowed low, respectfully, unwilling to meet her eyes, be they kind, or cruel, or judging.

"Ashaltiasten Ms Junko.... h-how might I serv... I mean what can I do for you."

Still she found herself sitting on her heels facing the woman, holding the duffel bag to her chest defensively. She reached out to clash the small leather-bound edition, returning it to one of the fold of her tunic.

Sisters, the word thrilled her as she had always wished for a sister, instead of the two brothers she had been "blessed" with. The very same brothers who made her youth miserable.

She took a deep breath, as Junko had suggested, it was cathartic. Slowly the nervousness fell away, the pair sat in a comfortable, companionable silence.

Such as it was she barely noticed as her raven hair slipped from her shoulder, falling across her back, revealing a section of the burns and heavy scarring.

It was exciting talking freely, or so she supposed, with an immortal, more over one of her former people, and to use her native language again..... to not feel like she was making herself a fool.... an exquisite feeling indeed.

"So....uh...Ms Junko.... may I ask what brought you here.... I mean...that I...well....I mean you don't really seem like much of a ....soldier..." She squeaked out the last word.... clasping a hand over her mouth with a mild blend of shock and curiosity, as though she was surprised at herself for asking, but curious nonetheless.

Satja stared at the woman, lips parted, the whole affair sounded so exciting, so debonair. Roaming the stars aboard a ship, eking out a living here and there. She knew the feeling as her duty ensured that she was stationed aboard starships while Kador was on duty.

"And what did you transport? Where to? I mean...well" She asked, gushing. " It sounds wonderful....Have you seen those storm planets from space... so beautiful."

She briefly revisited the moment she had seen her homeworld from space, aboard one of a dozen slave ships, how Camden had asked them which of them wanted to come with him back to the empire, how she had gone, clasping her father's hand, with the glares of her brothers and mother like daggers.

She discarded the train of thought. It mean nothing to her now, she was happy as she was.

" I love being able to travel the stars.... It's incredible..."

"Understood Classiarii, on my way."

She turned to face the Matari woman, bowing low, in a respectful gesture, rising with a smile on her face, deep brown eyes flashing.


"Many apologies Junko, it was a pleasure to sit and talk with you...but I have matters to be attending. I would be appreciative if perhaps we might do this again at a later time."

"Oh yeah, I'm not going to join the main team; I'll go with Galm for the data. I hope you guys can handle this with the "hot shots" in our team"

"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."

Neocom: New message
Sender: Hunter Junko

Subject: "Sukushaahon"

Hello team,

This is more than i expected, but it'll serve as our way out of this shitstorm. complete with a general summary of the information i got from our support crew.

https://onedrive.live.com/redir?resid=AD15B497C39FF8D6!107&authkey=!AGcm7BjrLzx5fO0&ithint=file%2c.docx

let the caravan guide us into paradise,
-Junko