Operation Five

[armored_mother]

[1] [Cora & Dice (red)]
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[Given the damage that's been done to the Chalice, the Dullahan Crew's been hard at work trying to assist. Members of the team are either ferrying materials for repairs to and fro the ship in their suits - or in Dice's case - welding things into place for temporary fixes until someone who actually can do a better job arrives.]

Hey Dice! You think you welded it on right?



Positive! Some duct tape wouldn't hurt though...

Seriously? Duct tape? On a hull breach?

Hey, you weren't complaining when I used it to keep those bandages and that splint in place in Africa! And remember when that sub we were riding in on the way back home got busted open?

.... Touche Dice. Touche.

[Discuss their field repairs?]


[2] [Mongrel (Khaki), Dozer (green) & Scythe (violet)]


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Oh god no... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SODS DOING?!

We're getting stuff done better! I figured if we can move around a few walls and get hull to more important places - it'd be all good!

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DOES MONGREL'S FLAMETHROWER HAVE TO DO WITH IT?!

[It was at this point Mongrel and Dozer slowly looked at each other as the Half britannian sloooowly lowered his weapon of choice. Behind the pair who made MORE holes to fix OTHER holes were a few things on fire, knocked over or downright smashed.]

.... Welding?

We're gonna have to run now mash for brains...

Why-

[Both were cut off by an unintelligible scream from Scythe as she draws her rifle.]

...Oh.

[Cue Yakkity Sax as she chases the pair around screaming bloody murder.]


[3] [Chips (orange), Oxide (gold) & Dagger (Gray)]


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Right. That's it for this lot. I'd say we did a good job.

When you say 'we' I get the feeling that it excludes someone...

[The Demolitions expert gives a wry look at the team's techie - who has at this moment plugged his computer to the Chalice's systems and was looking at the shared surveillence data as well as some systems readouts.]

..Mm? Sorry... what was that? I was kind of going over this data stream..

[Dagger just shakes his head at this. But it was to be expected. Chips was at his best working with computers anyway.]

Well, at least we got our job done...

Yeah... could you imagine how everyone else is doing?

[The three share a look... then look distinctly thankful that they ended up with each other.]

[Talk with the now loitering Dullahan members?]

Comments

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[link_to_revival]

[Oh boy. Having to deal with Cora again. Fun fun fu- oh fuck that. But still, if repairs to the Chalice were the issue at hand, Lynn couldn't just turn a blind eye.]

I appreciate the help, even if it is just stopgaps... but just please keep a record of all of these patch jobs. I-if we were to go into space with even one unaccounted for... well...

[And now time to see how long Cora lasts. Whee.]

[armored_mother]

[Cora actually look a sharp breath at that - Dice promptly punched her in the shoulder though - snapping her out of whatever potential rage fest she was about to get into before she grit her teeth and professional'ed up.]

Yeah yeah... we've been keeping track. Don't get your knickers in a knot Idris.

[link_to_revival]

[This was like trying to perform dentistry on a lion. Eventually it was going to get pissed, and no matter how many teeth had been removed there were still going to be the claws to worry about.]

I'm not. It's just I think everyone onboard would rather we play it safe than be sorry.

[Now to see what bitter retort Cora will give them for that.]

[armored_mother]

That's funny coming from you. Maybe if you took your own advice a lot of people wouldn'tve been blown up.

[Ouch.]

[link_to_revival]

Th-that was seventeen years-

[Oh what's the point? Lynn just slumped down.]

... Can we just leave it at me not wanting to repeat history?

[armored_mother]

No we ca-

Yeah, that sounds good. The fact that you're actually trying to do some good actually helps. Right Ursa?

Dice! This is-

Deep breaths. Calm. Down.. Breath.

[This earned an agitated twitch and for a moment it looked like Cora was about to cold clock her squadmate. Then she followed his advice - albeit with much frustration and facepalmed.]

God... Alright.

[link_to_revival]

[Lynn's seen those looks before. Oooooh boy. And her shoulders still ache from the last time.]

W-well... you obviously were already taking care of keeping an account of the patch jobs so...

... I guess that means we're done here.

Dice... thank you.

[And once again, Lynn's going to abscond as quickly as she can like a terrified mouse in the presence of a murderous, godless, soulless, killer bear. She's not Stephen Colbert so she can't actually fight it, after all.]

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[armored_fruit]

Suddenly, Scythe's sniping partner leaps out of nowhere...and stand in the way of her pursuit!

"Put up your weapon, Scythe, lest the dew rust it! That is no way to treat your brothers in arms!"

...okay, backing up Dozer makes sense, but why is he defending Mongrel?

[armored_mother]

I- that... wait... what?

[Scythe was actually startled enough she lowered her gun. Mongrel and Dozer looked around from a corner veeeery carefully.]

The bloody hell?

[armored_fruit]

"Indeed!" Isaac confirms, placing both hands on his hips and shaking a lock of hair out of his eyes. "Are we not, as good King Harry would put it, a band of brothers...and sisters? In the depths of combat, when the blast of war roars in our years, do we not hang together, lest we hang separately?"

"Yes!" Isaac affirms, eyes blazing. "It is in our comraderie that we are strong! We are like unto a fellowship...nay, a family! And families, though they squabble and quarrel, also forgive and cherish...and protect each other, as I do now!"

[armored_fruit]

"Yes...yes...That is correct, Brett Kendall!" He declares as if Mongrel had just asked him a question, turning around and stretching his arms out wide as if for an embrace. "In spirit and in philosophy...we are practically LIKE BROTHERS!!!"

[armored_mother]

You hear that Mongrel- Buddy? We're all brothers here!

[Dozer hasa stupidly cheerful grin that gets a downright wary look from Mongrel - who is slowly backing away.]

... I don't know what the hell you two are on but-

GROUP HUG!

Oh no NONONONOONOONONO-FUUUUUUUUUUU-

[Mongrel is now struggling in a hug between Dozer and Appletree - for there was no likely way he would have done things himself really.]

[armored_fruit]

There's no escape, Mongrel–no escape.

"We should get up to some brotherly activities together." Isaac muses mid-hug. "A nice game of polo, or perhaps some high-spirited caber tossing..."

[armored_mother]

Its official. I've reached a new level of hell.

[Standing off to the side, Scythe was just going to cover her mouth as she let out a soft, girlish giggle at the situation the constantly scowling member of their team got himself into.]

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[whitedevilbot]

Duct tape shouldn't be really used for holding ships together. Glue on the other hand, is surprisingly versatile in aircraft construction.

[Oh look, the White Devil.]

[armored_mother]

Hey Devilman! Was wondering when I'd see you~

[Cora gives Amuro a flirtatious wink and wave. Dice just rolls his eyes.]

Well if glue can keep a man's organs from piling out or keep air from venting into a vacuum, I'd like to see that.

... Dice. How much hearsay do you ACTUALLY know works?

.... Uuuuuh

[whitedevilbot]

Hello to you as well.

[Is... Amuro responding in kind, or just being nice?]

And you'd be surprised. A lot of glue-like substances are used in the event of a breach for space colonies. The substance expands, covers the gap, and is elastic enough to withstand pressure differences.

[armored_mother]

Colony sealant right? I heard those Adventus guys weaponized it and used it to immobilize their targets.

Sounds pretty useful... why don't we get stuff like that?

[Cora just shook her head as she walked over to Amuro - looking back at her teammate with a wry smile.]

No offense Dice, but knowing everyone on the team... I'm not expecting responsible use of the stuff.

...Eeeeeeh.... Sounds legit.

[whitedevilbot]

As I understand it, Britannia doesn't have as much investment in a space programme as other world powers do. Maybe your bosses don't think its worth having supplies as a result?

[...Not that Amuro would trust this lot with it anyway, if he were those same bosses.]

Not that you'd be able to carry much around. The Dulluhans you pilot are more akin to heavy armour, aren't they?

[armored_mother]

Yeah.. eheh... Thing is the Emperor's always been more concerned about getting everything locked down here before moving on upwards. Guess we lagged behind there.

That and supply lines to space can get really tricky...

[Cora shrugs at his next line.]

Yeah... heavy armor works right. We're mostly meant for tactical strikes and spearhead ops though. Nothing massive.

[whitedevilbot]

...You do realise what this ship tends to face, right?

[Amuro is just staaaaaaring.]

[armored_mother]

Hah! Yeah. We all know that. I'm pretty sure the guys who put all the holes in the ship got the message across with the biggest damn flag they could find.

But trust me. Just because me and my boys are smaller than your Mobile Suits on the field doesn't mean we don't have any bite. We're good at improvising.

[whitedevilbot]

[...That remark about the 'guys who put holes in the ship' actually stings Amuro slightly.]

Perhaps you could show me how one of them works. I bet it'd be interesting to see how both you and your machine performs.

[armored_mother]

Huh... I dunno... I mean its classified Britannian tech and all....

[Dice promptly stage whispers with an eyeroll.]

Which everyone and their grandmother's second cousin's best friends would know about.

[Cora's just going to ignore that with a cheerful grin.]

But tell you what Mr Amuro Ray, you take me out for a nice dinner and I'll show you just how well I can preform in and out of my machine.

[At this Dice visibly blanches - looking like he has seen the face of death itself - mostly because of the expression Cora's face has taken.]

Oh dear sweet god in heaven. I think I may need a doctor.

[whitedevilbot]

[...Amuro has to take a moment to pause and consider that. On the one hand, he hardly knew this woman... But on the other, he never saw much of Britannia's technology... There were certainly incentives to be considered.]

One dinner, right? From what I understand, where we're heading has a few nice places on the coast.

[armored_mother]

One dinner's all I'm asking - nothing else. Not a lot of men on board know how to treat a lady... and honestly I'd just like the chance to get that feeling again.

[She chuckled softly and gave Amuro a light nudge - any innuendo she was putting across was merely all in jest... Probably.]

'Course if you mess it up I'll have to put you in an armlock for a while before I take up my end of the bargain... no offence.

[whitedevilbot]

Well, I'll just say that having faced down the Red Comet himself, this will be one challenge that shouldn't be too impossible.

[Certainly a lot better than trying to face Wendolo, that'd be for sure...]

Remember to dress for the occasion. I'm sure a lady like yourself has something better than combat fatigues.

[armored_mother]

Hah I-.... I...



[Cora suddenly had a rather unsure look. DOES she actually have something she could wear for a nice dinner out?]

I need to go check...

[whitedevilbot]

If there's an empty spot in your wardrobe, we could always go shopping beforehand. Perhaps get to know each other before the meal.

[armored_mother]

[Cora actually blushed demurely here, brushing a hair aside and smiling lightly at Amuro.]

I'd like that a lot actually...

[whitedevilbot]

Alright then. Tell me when you're available, and we can get going. For now, there are other parts of the ship in need of repair, so...

[Amuro turns on his feet, waving a small goodbye as he walks off.]

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[armored_runaway]

[[Suddenly, a runaway Brittanian is now in tow with Mongrel and Dozer. Yanno, when random things start occurring during the Benny Hill chases... Now Sleuth is among them.]]

What're we runnin fer?

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[armored_mother]

[It was at this point Dozer grinned and waved at Sleuth, while Mongrel just twitched visibly - his face all but screaming 'oh GREAT']



Look behind you and see for you damn self!

[Scythe was looking downright angry here, quite a difference from her usual quietness.]

I'M GONNA BLODDY MURDER YOU FUCKING SODS!!!

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[armored_runaway]

WHAT DID YOU IDIOTS DO!?

[[And why is she lumped in with their shenanigans now!? Damn squaddies!]]

[armored_mother]

Y'know. Fixing stuff... we figured we could use Mongrel's flamethrower to cut out a few walls we didn't need to fix the ones we lost!

[This seemed to earn further unintelligible screaming from the normally anxious sniper behind them.]

[armored_runaway]

[[Joanne stops dead in her tracks.]]

Ya did somethin' that stupid?!

[[What're the odds that Scythe barrels right into her?]]

[armored_mother]

[Honestly? Very high. There's a rather panicked yelp when Scythe slammed into Jo. It was quite painful to say the least. The sniper got an elbow to the gut. She'd roll away after the impact clutching herself in pain.]

Ngh....ow...

[It was at that moment Mongrel fled as far as possible. Dozer on the other hand...]

Oh balls...Jojo? Scythe? C'mon.. please don't tell me it REALLY hurts..

[The large man was rushing over to the pair looking EXTREMELY concerned.]

[armored_runaway]

[[Hit from behind, Jo gets knocked forward, and with little time to react, she barely gets an arm under her before she thuds down onto her knees, then on an arm-chest-face. Nothing's busted or bleeding, but Jo takes a pretty raw hit to the chin from hitting the floor.]]

Nnngh... bloody 'ell!