Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-26104528-20160518030112/@comment-26104528-20160526020509

"All hands, Marshall Varsteele on deck!" the head technician called before returning to her workstation. Her staccato typing showed a long history of performing this duty, a sip of coffee and bite of bagel did not interupt her rhythm.

In the hallway leading to the Shatterdome's Combat Information Center, pig-head from earlier was met with an ice-cold metal hand. This hand belonging to Marshall Varsteele after his old one was claimed by the "Monarch" two months ago. With little effort, Varsteele picked him back up and told him: "Get yourself together." and sent him off.

Nodding a silent greeting to each of the Jaeger pilots, Varsteele took his position next to a large holographic projecter mounted on the roof and asked for a report in a gravelly voice.

"Two signatures detected, Dilation suggests Category 4. Potentially a third signature, but something's interfering with scanners." the Technician replied, bringing up a map of the Vale coastline with three blips for each disturbance.

"Signatures 43 kilometers and closing." she added and let Varsteele have the floor.

"Allright, I want Guiding Shadow and Masamune watching the coastline until civilian evac has been completed. Lady Liberty and Baby will be at the forefront of this; intercept them before they reach the Miracle Mile. Until we know more, you are to avoid the third signature. For all we know it's a Cat-7 but happy thoughts, everyone, hapy thoughts. Any questions, speak now or head to your stations. Clock is ticking." with that, the War Clock positioned above the CIC began counting from zero once more.

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At the back of the room, Fritz and Stella finally entered to catch the last half of the briefing. Thier drivesuits resembled thier usual combat armor, but modified appropriately. Namely that they were now full seal uniforms with all the proper additions rather than just sweet sets of body armor. Late or not, they picked up most of the information they needed from the holographic map.

"It's totally a Category 7." Fritz snarked and sipped from a water bottle.

"Hey!" Stella gave him a firm slap on the back. "Happy thoughts, remember?" With that, the two were the first to head to thier Jaeger to prepare for drift.