- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Modern, scifi, fantasy, le romance, really anything so long as the characters within are interesting
Maeve glanced back at Mia then turned over to the heckler."We'll split the difference." Cut in Maeve. "I have some setup I want the boys to run before contact, now that we'll have the extra time; But I wouldn't mind having at least some idea of what we're getting into. Take Mags and these two with you. Mags, give me a radio once you have eyes on it. What looks like, what sort of armanents it has. If our friends so far are any indication, it may have both organic and inorganic components, probably complex. Don't stick around long enough to give it a hard study, especially if you get made; Just focus on what you understand."
"Or ya could just ask meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." She commented, still pokin' through the fridge. "It's yer lucky day, ranger, I already squeezed some info out for ya, from the bot. Maybe not the whole picture, but that some idea of the shitstorm we're walkin into that you're lookin' for." She started, the smile on her face not fadin' a single bit. "Fat Man, heavy armor platin' up and down, across the board, and in the bot's own words, it's just the kinda thing that could wear it like a jockstrap. They want Wheelie pretty bad. Sparin' no expense."
"Confident enough in your driving to come near that kind of artillery?" They asked, not quite enough concern in their voice to assuage at least one member of the squad.
"Does how confident I am in his driving factor in?"
"We'll follow orders regardless ranger" Mags replied for Maeve, ignoring/unbothered by poindexter trying to slap her shoulder to shut her up