#Deck3 – April 5, 2016

Bartholomew is sitting in his office, once again waiting for Jason to arrive, as he has been summoned.

Jason steps off the elevator and makes his way over to Chief Volkoff's office. He buzzes the door and awaits a response, not particularly eager to speak with the man again.

Bartholomew nods to Jason as the door slides open, gesturing for him to sit just like last time. "Mr. Wolfe."

Jason returns the nod as he steps inside and takes the indicated seat. "Chief. I take it this is about the landing today? My team is currently gearing up, but we haven't heard anything yet."

Bartholomew nods. "Among other things, yes. We will be dropping out of FTL shortly now, at which point the armory will be opened up for your people, and final preparations will begin while we perform and orbital scan of the satellite. Me and my men have no part in the organization of the away teams, so I can't answer any questions you may have there. I wanted to talk to you about something else." He lets out a grunt, a serious

Jason winces and brings a hand up to his forehead. "Was there any damage done to the elevator?" he asks, his gace off to the side as he brings his hand across his face and rubs at his chin. "Do we know why they would do this?"

Bartholomew lets out an affirmative grunt and briefly looks a little uncomfortable as he considers how to phrase his words. "We are still determining if any permanent damage was caused. As to why, we... have a fairly good idea. After Victoria reported the sabotage our technician went through the recordings. Fraternization." he says indignantly. "Your team was brought on for security, Mr. Wolfe, not to vandalize company property

Jason returns his attention to Chief Volkoff as he begins to explain. ".....Oh...... OH..." he responds, his eyes widening. He glances back at the door and then leans forward in his seat a bit, lowering his voice to a whisper, "You're saying they were banging?" he asks, but nods once, confirming it for himself as he goes over the man's words, "...You're saying they were banging! Shiiiiit."

Bartholomew lets out an exasperated sigh at Jason's enthusiasm, just barely resisting the urge to cover his face with his palm. He nods Jason continues to talk. "Mhm..." he says, the annoyance clear in his voice. He seems about to speak, but the last remark causes him to wince slightly. When he speaks it's through gritted teeth. "Just... make sure it doesn't happen again."

Jason points up towards the ceiling. "That's my cue to get to work, Chief." he says with a nod, "And don't worry, you can count on me. I won't let anyone else sabotage any elevators before they do the groovy dance. Nuh uh, not on my watch." he says with a smirk as he stands from his seat and turns to exit the office and heads straight for the elevator.

Athassa smiles at Nathan and Jasper, and then looks to Nalota. "Are you nervous? This is your first planetside expedition, yes?"

Nathan chuckles at Jasper before turning to nod at Athassa and Plask as he walks by them. He heads directly to the armoury, palming the interface once he reaches it.

Nalota smiles at Athassa. "Nervous? Maybe a little, but I really can't wait to get down there," she says. "Speaking off, did the lead say anything about where I should be? Hangar, I assume?"

Jasper gives Nathan a wave. "Gotta head down to the cargo hold." he informs the man as he remains on the elevator and waits for Nalota to make her decision on whether she's staying or going before hitting any buttons. He glances over to Yan Sun, "You headin' down?"

Yan Sun nods, having recovered her composition somewhat. "Yup."

Athassa chuckles. "Yes, everyone will be down there soon enough. I believe the Professor wants us to get used to the environment suits right away."

Nathan steps inside the armoury. "Right... time to get to work," he says to himself as he brings up inventory on Redrock's weapons and gear. He walks over to the container with the grenades stashed inside and flips it open, ready to distribute the explosives once people start arriving. He the moves onto each of the mercenaries' weapons, giving them a thorough

Nalota nods. "Okay," she says. "Has scans so far come up with anything interesting?"

Athassa raises an eyebrow. "You would have to ask the bridge, Nalota. I doubt it, since we just came out of FTL."

Nathan plucks up his launcher and examines it for a moment, before setting it back down. He'll deal with his weapons last. He moves onto Jason's weapons, examining them critically.

Nalota shrugs. "It was just an idle question, anyway," she says. "I'm sure we'll be the first to hear about it if they find out anything interesting."

Jasper gives a short cough to get Nalota's attention. "You, uhh, stayin' here? Goin' down? Ain't tryin' ta' rush ya, but I kinda got get down fer' my suit." he says, trying not to be too impolite.

Nalota raises an eyebrow. "Going down," she says. "Sorry, thought that much was obvious."

Nathan nods approvingly. He draws the blade and examines it, letting out a small whistle. "Spear-point blade. Oiled, well maintained. Sturdy grip. Boss has got some taste," he says approvingly before sliding it back into the sheathe. He moves onto Ilyna's weapons.

Jasper pokes the button with a nod. "Alright, down we go, folks!" he announces, resisting the urge to toss a 'hold onto yer' butts' for good measure.

Nathan finishes his inspection of Ilyna's weapons. He now moves onto Jessica's.

Nathan tuts and turns the shotgun around in his hands. "You would've thought that an ex-alliance soldier would keep her weapon's in better condition... eh?" He sets down the shotgun and examines the pistol, running a finger over the insignia. "...well, well," he mutters. He then moves onto the knife and draws it from the sheathe, turning it over and examining the

Nathan hurms and sets it back. He then checks the rest of the weapons,

Artullin stands in silence as the elevator descends.

Ilyna contributes equally to making the elevator ride quiet.

Ilyna exits the elevator once it arrives, and starts walking towards the armory. She hasn't been on this floor often, but she remembered that it was across from the laboratory.

Artullin follows Ilyna.

Nathan has, after finishing his quick inspection of Redrock's weapons, grabbed four grenades out of the container and strapped them onto the myriad of explosives already donning his hardsuit.

Ilyna enters the armory, nodding to Nathan. "I take it everything is in order, Ten?" she asks.

Nathan looks to Ilyna and nods, already moving to her weapons and taking them off the racking. "Yeah. Everything seems to be a-okay," he says as he sets her weapons on the workbench. He pulls out four EMP grenades and sets them beside her weapons. "Jessica and I have made enough EMP grenades that we can all carry four each. So, here you go."

Ilyna gives him a smile as she approaches the bench. "Thank you," she says. "I reallly appreciate that." She starts locking the weapons to har armor. "I could use some clips, as well."

Nathan nods and pulls out a small collection of thermal clips, enough so that the rest of the team can get an even amount. "Well, you'd be pretty screwed without them if we had to fight the walking desk lights," he quips. He hands them over.

Ilyna ties eight of them to her shoulder. "My last weapon would chew through these very quickly," she says with a sigh.

Nathan cants his head. "What happened to it?"

Ilyna frowns. "I lost it on my last job," she says. "I was on the verge of collapse after a... long fight, and it was too late to go back for it when I realized it wasn't with me."

Jason steps off the elevator and heads straight for the armory. He remains in the doorway, glancing over everything Nathan has laid out. "Everything in order?" he asks, his helmet tucked under his arm.

Nathan sharply sucks in a breath through his teeth. "Tough break," he says sympathetically. He looks to Jason and nods, pulling off his weapons from the racking and setting it on the workbench. "All good... Well, I think Jessica's weapons are a bit jury-rigged to be honest...". He plucks up four grenades and sets them down next to Jason's weapons.

Ilyna is currently attaching the four grenades to her armor. She nods to Jason, but she doesn't interrupt their conversation. Ilyna takes another 4 clips to put into a compartment in her armor once the grenades are in place.

Jason steps inside, placing a hand on Ilyna's shoulder as he slides past her. "Are these the EMPs?" he asks as he gestures down to them, "Toss a couple standard frags in with those."

Nathan nods and forks out a few MKII hand grenades. "Here you go," he says. "We, uh, may have used up most of the grenades we had in stock for this mission. So I'd suggest that we be conservative with them, rather than throw them about the place willy-nilly."

Jason gives a couple nods as he begins holstering his weaponry and attaching the grenades in place. "Make a note of it. We'll need to restock when we get back to Aite." he says as he latches the sheathed blade across his chestplate, his helmet sitting on the workbench for now.

Nathan nods. "Aye. Do you mind if I leave the rest of the distribution to you two? Figure I should meet the rest of the, uh, ground team." He stays silent for a few moments. "...I just want to dibs one of the mechs," he then admits.

Ilyna nods. "i'm fine with that," she says. She then takes off her helmet and looks for her biotic amp.

Jason glances over his shoulder at Nathan, but simply nods once Ilyna speaks up. "We'll be down as soon as everyone else is geared up."

Nathan nods and grabs his weapons. He holsters his Argus, followed by his Predator then Big Lady. He raises his arm slightly and jettisons the knife out from the arm guard into his waiting hand. He twists it around and inspects it for a moment before slipping it back into the armour. "Alright, thanks boss. Four EMPs to each person. All weapons are green lit for the

Artullin walked into the armoury will Ilyna and has taken his weapons himself.