XS-800 Bleusmobile Combat Shuttle
Scarlett kept pace behind Satsi, placing her dark metal helmet over her head and securing it tightly to the rest of her armor. The clasps clicked right into place and a low hiss emanated from the seam as the suit insulated itself and equalized its internal pressure. After a quick check that its filtration system was indeed working, the pale woman stepped swiftly through the doorframe and into the confines of the shuttle, her fists clenched painfully tight.
Her rifle was slung lazily over her shoulder, her lightsaber secured firmly on her hip clasp and her vambraces locked and loaded onto her forearms. Stims coursed through her veins like white hot flame, hungry and alive, scorching her spirit with ravenous need. Her heart beat with palpable anticipation like a war drum in her chest, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of turbulent passion sliced through by an electric, razor sharp focus that was almost painful. Her lips twitched into the twisted semblance of a smile behind her cold expressionless mask.
She was ready.
The shuttle doors closed behind her as the squad assembled into the tight confines of the vessel departing for their drop off point. Satsi sat near the front of the small ship, looking over her coalition of murderers with a confident smirk as she draped her arms over the back of her seat and crossed her legs. Though she seemed at ease her gaze was fierce and brimming with energy, a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.
Alara sat across from Scarlett, looking quite relaxed with Artemis slumped over her crossed legs, purring as she stroked its fur. Skar was next to her, continuing to fiddle with the environmental mask that now adorned his scarred face, vainly attempting to adjust it to a more comfortable position before quickly giving up with a slump of his clawed metallic appendages and a low snarl. Magik sat beside Scarlett, seemingly lost in quiet contemplation as he gazed downward at nothing, his fingers coiled around his lightsaber, his eyes fierce and determined.
“Alright, listen up.” Satsi spoke, meeting their gazes as she did so. “We’re going in hot, right on top of these frakkers. We don’t give them any time to react, they’re dead before they hit the ground. And remember,” she leaned forward, “you don’t kill civvies, or you deal with me. Anyone else you don’t hesitate. Got it?”