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[GasMaskie]

"...Looks like we're here." The young man at the seat spoke quietly to himself as the shore came into view. He brought his cane between his legs and clasped his hands nervously - even if this was a simple case of routing bandits, there was no telling what could happen out in the field. His own nerves seemed to calm as a crew member entered the bridge with a report of Phantasmal Armor silhouettes spotted in the far distance.As the ship slowed and the sounds of the anchor's chains rattling echoed below deck, Reyn stood and moved to the bridge's communication station. He leaned down, clearing his throat before speaking into a receptacle.

"Attention. We've now made our successful landing at Orsen Village. Pilots, please report to the hangar bay and prepare to disembark immediately. Enemy Phantasmal Armors have been sighted approaching the village."

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The blonde-haired knight emerged from his personal quarters and he made a beeline towards his Phantasmal Armor. If his intuition was right, the enemies would likely be piloting inferior units. As a squire, he had spent much of his training period dealing with them. With the walking scrapheaps they tended to field, their only suitable victims tended to be defenseless villages or travelling merchants lacking escorts. He smirked - they'd certainly make for a good benchmark for his new comrades. Battlefield legends all had to start somewhere, didn't they? He adjusted his gauntlets as he entered an elevator that quickly conveyed him to the ship's hollow innards.

He greeted the strange armored woman and the technicians flitting about before ascending a set of stairs to the catwalk that surrounded his silver Gardlite. The gray-clad technicians manuevered part of the walkway to the open cockpit and the former knight began the arduous process of securing each set of controls to his limbs. The safety harness automatically came down from above and tightened as his Phantasmal Armor's Mana Reactor activated. Closing his eyes, the Gardlite's silver chest swung down and locked into place with a hiss. As the technicians cleared the way, the Gardlite was the first to move towards the large set of doors. An announcement over the both his armor's and the ship's Telelink from Oroma confirmed that the doors would be opening soon.

"Alfried Coswell, Gardlite! Moving out! All units form in behind me while we advance towards the village. We'll need someone to escort our missing staffer while the rest of us rout the enemy. According to observations above deck, we should have more than enough time to form a defensive perimeter. Keep collateral damage to a minimum! We're here for someone, but the village is paying us good money for protection!" His voice boomed out from the armor's speakers once he was certain that everyone else had assembled in the hangar. And as the doors swung open, the silver Gardlite took slow steps out onto the sands of the beach. Just a short distance away was the coastal village.

Alfried smirked - while there was a wooded area north of the village, the trees only came up to about waist-high. Thankfully, the central road through the village was wide enough for Phantasmal Armors to safely pass through - a common convenience with how salvaged units tended to be repurposed for transport or agricultural purposes.As the Gardlite began to advance, he mentally prepared himself for an engagement - a prospect that left the blonde with a confident grin on his face.

 

[Lucem]

Unfortunately, Alfried's earlier prediction came true. He and the rest of the crew would be entering battle immediately after their arrival. Allie hoped that the bandits would stay away and leave the village alone, but things were never so easy in this line of work. If there was a silver lining, it was that he and the others now had the chance to deal with them and make sure that they'd never hurt anyone again. He was hoping that there'd be missions like this, giving him the chance to help villages like the one he lost. The Shahyrars were quick to give him that opportunity, strengthening the belief that he chose the right company to join.

Allie ran down to the hangar, quick to reunite with Sparrow after the short time they spent apart. He closely listened to the leader's words as he climbed inside the silver giant's chest, making sure he didn't miss any details. Compared to the countless times he experienced it during training, the feeling of the Armor's controls locking around his body felt much different before an actual mission. After what felt like ages since his last deployment, he was slipping back into the same state of mind he had while working as a Zenith mercenary.

"Captain! If it's alright with you, I'd like to escort our missing member." Compared to some of the other units, Sparrow was a bit lacking when it came to strength. However, his Armor excelled in speed and defense. With those qualities, he could move their target quickly while also providing good protection. He could also quickly rejoin the fight once they were safe.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Juniper was fiddling with her goggles when the crew member came in. Introductions and strategy meetings weren't exactly a strong point of hers and she'd quickly grown bored after adding her input. Not that she had the audacity to outright say she was bored. Perhaps excusing herself to visit whatever quarters they prepared for her aboard the Crossguard would've been a better idea...but what would she do there? Sleep? The bridge, as a whole, was much more interesting. Familiarizing herself with how the ship operated, from a control standpoint, wasn't a bad idea either. The same could be said about getting to know the other pilots.

So what did she learn from the conversation?

Almeisan's Arsu was a Caster type, Renard fought in the Arena with his Blue Giant, Jagred had never been to Lacroa, Mako didn't like to talk about herself, and Allie from a small village was fast and reliable. No, wait. His Sparrow was fast and reliable. If June were smart and planned ahead, she'd have noted everything down on paper. Perhaps even try to diagram out the best formation they could muster given the information presented.

...But wasn't that the strategist's job?

Glancing at the black haired man with a cane, she watched him take in the report then issue out commands through a broadcasting system once the Crossguard anchored itself to shore. June saluted, somewhat informally, before clutching her hat and following after Allie. Not like she'd ever been a soldier before. Sure she did odd jobs here and there, some of it reminiscent to mercenary work, June was under no illusions. She wasn't specially trained to be a pilot. Though she picked things up fairly quickly, she was mostly self taught.

Would that be enough to go up against other pilots?

Seeing Quinston in the hanger bay brought about a sense of relief. Even if she'd never fought bandits before, even if she probably had the least experience out of all the pilots present, the armor designed by her father made her feel confident. Safe. Stepping into the Quinston, she felt like they could take on any challenge. June secured the controls to her limbs as Alfried Coswell departed with the Gardlite, his orders sounding through the telelink. She could hear Allie as well.

"Copy that. We've got your back."

By defensive perimeter, she wondered if he meant around the village or the missing staffer. Most likely the village.

Good money was on the line, after all.

"Quinston, heading out!"

And just like that, June was through the doors of the ship and on the beach where she could see Orsen Village up ahead. She, or rather the Quinston, caught up quickly enough. "So, uh, should we ambush 'em? Keeping the bandits as far away from the village as possible makes for less collateral damage, right?"

The question was directed through the telelink to the entirety of the mercenary group.