Achilles ignored the elf. He could appreciate the commitment to the bit, but now of all times, really? Time and place, lady.
Achilles did not snicker when the commander shut the chunni down, and anyone who says so is a filthy liar.
"No further questions, sir."
It is a welcome surprise to hear that they have free pick of various gear. He nods quietly to the lady in charge while considering his options and rifling through the standard kit. Human weaponry is tempting, but he is not trained with any of these firearms.
The armory was disappointingly functional, and more importantly, had doors that were a bit too low and a bit too narrow for her makeshift palanquin to enter through. Resigned to her fate, Lorena leapt from her seat of shields with a huff, heeled boots clicking against the gray concrete floors as her two guardians flanked her, the sound of chains animating every one of their movements.
Gladys gives the quartermaster a salute before looking carefully at the options on display. Working in joint operations with the Counter Force had given her a healthy respect for their ingenuity, as well as a keen understanding of what the standard Phalanx could benefit from in there arsenal that she could use without blowing herself up somehow. Battlefield intelligence, and the flashbang grenades you could hurl around corners stood out from her recall. To that end, after picking up what kit she didn't already have with her, the requisitions process was very straightforward. One of those remote control quadcopters, with a limited ability to display it's camera feed back to the controller and those around it. Useful for scouting, utterly unsuited to active combat, and overall perfect for her familiarity with them. Then, a brandcraft stencil for flashbang arrays. It charged off ambient mana, applied a single-use brandcraft array, and could be used about once a day. Something so simple even she couldn't mess it up.
Akira
And thus as the quartermaster finished speaking, Akira also nodded her head as she looked through the various options, all located in the various shelves located all around. From magical implants to more mundane weapons, it was all there for her to choose. But what to pick up exactly that would be useful for her..... she mused to herself as she looked around the armory. Getting a idea soon enough, and thus went through the requisitions process to get what she was thinking of.
Achilles nodded, and began perusing the inventory of the armory. While many things seemed of use to him, he was looking for something specific. As a scout, he was adept in avoiding notice. Unfortunately, this only applied to physical methods of detection. He had no answer to a spell that detects life, or something. He didn't expect to come across any such spell... but he had made that mistake before. To shore up this glaring flaw, Achilles took a cloak that defended against magical forms of detection.
Achilles salutes the elf. "Corporal Achilles Tiro, Reconnaissance and Ambush Specialist. Anything that requires stealth is my expertise, sir."
The acoustics of the empty hangar were perfect. Solus' voice was clear and crisp like the morning dew, a comparison that could only be more apt if the light above was the actual sun instead of the considerably paler LEDs that humanity loved to stick everywhere. "You may call me..." Lorena's voice was conspirational and low, but it boomed nonetheless, helped by the fact that she was atop a horse at the moment.
Gladys gives a short salute, standing fully up to attention. "Gladys Graum, Imperial Legionaire with Joint Operations. Beyond my specialty as a Bulwark, I have developed a means of Phalanxing that can include non-Imperial Legionaires to a limited degree."
Akira
"Yes sir!"
Gladys turns to the door, raising a fist to her own chestplate in salute to the arriving Magical Girls. Their group might be motley, but Decanus Warwick had provided an excellent first impression of the leadership they could have present in the field. The magical girls would thus determine the leadership to expect while on base.
Achilles nods, and ensures his eyes stay fixed on the Magical Girl's face.Two magical girls enter the hangar escorted by a counter force trooper with pink hair. The leader of the small procession speeds up on noticing the assembled members of team FORGE, leaving the others behind. She comes to a stop just close enough to keep everyone in view and gives a quick salute before putting her hand on her hip.
"Magical Girl War Forger, pleased to meet you all."
The other two finish their approach as War Forger finishes her greeting, with Rift Diver giving the trooper a look before moving over to the shipping container.
"C'mon Glint, say something." War Forger calls out. The other magical girl stops and turns to look at the rest of the team.
"Name's Rift Diver. In case anyone wasn't paying attention, I'm your ticket to Threshold."
War Forger nods and then looks to the trooper.
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Met War Forger! Gain 1 exp.
Met Rift Diver! Gain 1 exp.
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Achilles hid his laughter. He made sure he could see the elf's face from where he was standing. It was going to be hilarious.
Lorena's breath hitched, ears perking up at the sight of the two women, the third all but forgotten in the moment. Gloved hands covered her mouth as she instinctively hid how she bit her own lip at their introductions, a small and continuous sound reminiscent of a piping hot kettle emanating from her as a whisper.
