Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24901923-20150907013943/@comment-24901923-20151231205221

Arcturus sagged in his seat after docking in an MS berth on the shuttle, letting out an explosive sigh. He removed his helmet and ran his hand through his hair and around his wolf ears. Still somewhat shellshocked, he put his helmet back on out of habit and stared blankly at the controls as he replayed the day's events in his mind's eye all the way to the Moon.

When they arrived, he quickly transferred his MS to the hangars at the base. The desembodied cockpit of the first prisoner's MS, and the crippled machine of the second were brought out of the transports. Eight of the new Huskarl-type MS, baring custom modifications and Silver Moon Clan heraldry, surrounded them. Arcturus opened a comm channel to them, linking with Sigma to keep them in the loop.

"MSLM, SABL, good to see you again. Out fieldtesting some prototypes before being reassigned? You missed all the fun at Bastion.", the Faunus greeted.

"That we were, Alpha. I wish it was under better circumstances. We all got the reports. They were good people, and will be sorely missed. I'm sorry, sir.", came the response from MSLM-1.

"Others will be, too, before this is all over. Thank you, Scythe.", Arcturus said gratefully.

"Such is war. Come on, let's secure these cultist bastards and be done with it. Wish we could just save ourselves the trouble and let em choke to death outside, though.", Scythe said.

"I agree. This facility is too valuable to put at risk with prisoners like these. Hopefully Command will just let us dig the hardware out of their skulls and toss the rest out the nearest airlock."

The 9 SMC pilots watched with their weapons on standby while the base security extracted the prisoners from their machines one by one, each being stunned, sedated, restrained, and dragged off. They disembarked their MS, which Scythe remotely ordered to return to their berths, and gathered around Arcturus as the rest of Sigma Team caught up.

"Hello all. Sigma, this is SMC Team MSLM(Mausoleum), comprised of Sunny Graves, Ciardha Moulder, Lilith Rivers, and Leader Merle "Scythe" Toombs. He's the son of the man who saved our asses back at Bastion. The rest of them are SMC Team SABL(Sable), comprised of Leader Leo Savannah, Laine Miller, Arno Reed, and Garnet Blaise. They might depend on technology to make up for being blind, deaf, armless, and mute respectively, but their lethality is anything but compromised. Clansmen, these are my coworkers, Captain Halvard Kyland, Lieutenant Merel Serac, Private Peter Faye, and Sergeant Aurea Melankranz.", Arcturus introduced.

"Good to meet you, Sigma. I see most of you are using Clan-issue suits. Might want to sync them to your Scrolls and turn on your magnetic boots while you get used to the gravity here. Come on Chieftain Moonfang, let's get some drinks while we catch up.", Merle said, putting an arm around Arcturus' shoulder as he led the Clansmen to the base's commisary.