sorry, got called away from the computer for a bit.
first, on the RP end, We're set up as a Special Tasks Force. Basically, if Command thinks one Hunter can't handle it, or it needs a special team to get the job done, we're it. new tactical doctrine, we're sort of the testbed for the plan. we get limited, at best, Infantry and mech support- odds are, if we can't handle it, either a shinobi gets the call, or they nuke the site from orbit. just to be sure. Basically, we're the last non-drastic measure available. However, we also get priority on base equipment- dropships, transports, teleport, sim time, you name it. kind of balances out the whole "don't screw up, cos if you do we're glassing the site" thing.
ok, not really, but I tell myself that.
We're allowed a 'day' of time, in-game, to get squared away. it takes us very little time to realize 1) we're broke and 2) booze is free on post. needless to say, we're in the local watering hole (O'Henrys, supposedly named after some legendary human hunter who died taking out like 5+ S rank mavs. More likely it's the GM Doing his usual "self inert as bartender" routine.) We spend some time roleplaying- no brooding loners, yet. the other servicebro, he likes to "develop" his characters, meaning they see some shit and get some hardcore movie or tv-movie style PTSD. so we'll see. otherwise? Wolf's a loudmouth braggart, 'yotes... a lot like em, actually. 'cept louder and far, far less tech inclined. Tiger and myself get into a drinking contest (nanobots only) Snake and Mantis sit in a corner, chatting with NPCs.