Frontiers and Pioneers (sci-fi, NSFW(violence,possible teases), robots)

@Cerebrate  
“I’ll take it.” And with that, she makes to leave the room.

@EclecticInspiration  
“from possible outside threats, this is no blank check for anything, we clear?”

@EclecticInspiration  
And get to know everyone, please.

@Cerebrate  
“Ma’am, I’ll only do what is genuinely necessary for our safety. I may not be a trusting person but I’m not heartless. Or careless…whatever the word is. I’m doing my best for this project- not for myself,” she calls back, stopping near the door, her doggo eyes watching Amy, ears perked.
 
@Jinx  
She sighs, “I’ll definitely look into it.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“then we’ll be fine.”
 
Amy turned away and made her way to the speaker platform. it would be time to address the crew soon.

@Cerebrate  
Riggs will go to wait for the time being, figuring her recruits could just sit-in on that meeting.

@EclecticInspiration  
shed find kat in the station at that moment, a large pair of Rail Snipers next to eachother, the black one split and components out in kats hands. She was cleaning them evidently

@Jinx  
“Impressive set of rifles,” she comments, walking by. “I can tell you put some good care into those.”

@EclecticInspiration  
I treat them well, they treat me well. Its like children, except these are railguns capable of splattering full grown men like TNT in a grape.

@Jinx  
“Of course. Tools like those are wonderful at solving problems. Those are good at long range.” She begins utilizing one of the most important assets in the station: the coffee maker.

@EclecticInspiration  
a fine piece of work, though the sorts available were mainly taped with warnings about high caffeine, and some with the note that they were for break time.

@Cerebrate  
^{”Damn straight.“} Our local caffeine addict pops one in, interested 100% in staying awake and alert, and as far as she decided, this was the way to go.

@EclecticInspiration  
there had been experimentation involving anesthetic and electric implants to really control work and rest times… that had been an unmitigated desaster.

@EclecticInspiration  
My battle suit is down in the drop bay, my rifle is currently in a protective case under this table.
 
she answered questions before they were asked a lot

@Cerebrate  
It sounds like it would be.  
She’ll take her cup and have a nice sip from it, letting out a little happy sigh.
 
@Jinx  
She chatters a lot. “I thought your rifle was on the table being cleaned. I’m glad you have your things accounted for, though. I’d rather not do keep track of everyone else’s things. If I do, I make sure I don’t have to again.” She sips her new coffee with that foreboding statement. “So where are you comfortable in combat?”

@EclecticInspiration  
I have an assualt rifle aswell.
 
I prefer the mech and the sniper.

@Jinx  
“Separately or as one? That’d be an odd combination.” Another sip.

@EclecticInspiration  
The assualt rifle is in that case, as for the sniper, its seperate from the mech.

@EclecticInspiration
 
@Jinx  
both mentioned preferences would see her away from the frontline, unless she used a brawler mech, that would put her at the first row.

@Cerebrate  
her mech had multiple attatchments and weapons.

@Jinx  
@Cerebrate  
“A marksman in a mech. Your effective firing range is long to medium. You’re probably one of the most protected units while being in the two places you’ll need less protection; medium is fair, though.” She sips her coffee after making this assessment. “I’d guess you use the suit for strength and, to a lesser degree, mobility. Sound about right?”

@EclecticInspiration  
Well, i know it sounds off topic, but do you know why they call me dozer?

@Jinx  
“Hrmm.” She takes a thoughtful sip, then gestures her to continue. “Maybe- go on.”

An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara’s attention, far down an expressway along the coast near Valles Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors he’s using, just as a boom of sound reaches the microphones…  
_{^{{“Professor…”}}}  
[ ♫ ]  
One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway’s course along the city’s sea wall, being chased by tracer fire. They’re VTOLs of some sort, though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded, moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.
 
The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of ramshackle mechs, the latter’s heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly creating trails of spent brass behind them…  
_{{”…professor…”}}
 
The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking gracefulness. It’s almost… tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.
 
Rameshvara freezes the hacked sensorfeed for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated the screaming civilians climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabbles of peons with ephemeral lives below them, or the second-rate mech brigade chasing them…
 
 
An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of his cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.  
CAIS: {”…professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you’ll be directing.”}
 
Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead. “…Fine.”

@EclecticInspiration  
They call me dozer because i used a mechsuit to wipe out an enemy encampment.