Into the Abyss

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Alessandro looked up from where he was working on the landing gear of the CPW-Social Credit. One of the only Storms still in Omega-52 carrying the VI experimental Cloaking System. He’d gotten the call to get out of bed and haul his ass down to the deck to begin pre-flight prep of his ship, ready for whatever it was they needed of her.

Cruz was somewhere onboard the worn old Gunboat, banging away merrily with a hammer on something delicate in the hopes that the aging gunboat would actually cooperate and the check engine light on dash might actually go out. Not that it had ever gone out, it seemed a constant orange reminder on the dash that the ship was well past her sell-by-date.

He wiped his hands on an oily rag, re-tucking his baseball cap over his hair, looking at the assembling nuggets.

“Head’s up, dude,” he yelled up through the main ramp into the body of the ship. “They’re here.”

He walked up the ramp to where he had left his shoulder holster, slipping it on and patting the VI-Zenith it contained. If there was going to be trouble, he’d learned the hard way, make sure there was some firepower standing by.

“Ordinance truck!” one of the hangar deck-apes called out, wheeling the small truck over, and jumping down to flip open some crates. “From the upper brass, seems they want you loaded up with EMP grenades, mines, and the like. No energy weapons on this one.”

Allie looked at the grenades, and rubbed his forehead looking towards the muppet brigade. “What, they’re throwing them up against warbots for training? Seems a bit harsh for their first week, but then mine had me crawling through the muck on JiangXi dodging hungry cannibles intent on sticking me in a cookpot.”

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