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    Regina's steps to the carrier were automatic, giving Anke acknowledgement but not lessening her pace to accommodate for her. She was a soldier as much as Regina was, and she would know her mission as well as everyone else. Regina usually picked a corner of the carrier some distance away from the others; again, this was the case, as Regina picked a corner that was unoccupied. This time, however, she allowed Anke to be in her presence, a complete shift in dynamic to most of the soldiers of Squadron Delta Omicron. Regina was usually the silent type, studying her mission specs in the corner and refusing to so much as give a soldier the time of day. This time, Regina waited for Anke to join her before she prepared. As the carrier began its takeoff, Regina hit a small button on her mechanical arm. Her left foot locked in place, anchors digging into the floor to prevent her from drifting or stumbling. It was easier and about as safe as a seatbelt in her situation, though many would see it as quite reckless. She mused to herself for a moment, waiting for the carrier to complete its liftoff before she glanced over to Anke. Even though she'd been a swirl of emotions the last few days, today she was all business. Another day on the job, so to speak.

    "So. We know the mission." Regina deactivated her leg's anchor and walked over to the wall, where another device similar to the one Herzberg had been carrying was resting in a slot. Regina took the device and powered it on, booting up a holographic map of the Shegolia Quarries. Regina walked back to Anke, setting the map on the floor. She'd never voiced her opinions and thought processes to anyone else before. She still didn't want to, but Anke was no mind reader...so she really didn't have a particularly better option. "So." Regina studied the map quietly. "The rest of the squadron is poised to engage here." Regina pointed at the entrance to the quarries; the quarries themselves were surrounded by a ridge on all sides but one, leaving a singular path into the area. Once through the bottleneck, the quarries spread out a fair bit, leaving plenty of pits and piles of rock to hide in. Nowhere Regina considered particularly great to live or reside...which made her wonder just how their operation worked. However, she knew the plan, and was ready to execute when it became necessary.

    "Once mortars have been fired to send the main force through the bottleneck to engage, we will likely have an undisturbed look into the interior of the quarry from...here." Regina pointed to a rocky outcrop about a third of a mile from the quarry itself that looked out over the area. From there, it was plain to see that most of the quarry was unguarded from attacks from above. "I expect their leader will likely be either near the front lines...here, or situated in the back...here." Regina pointed out both the entrance as well as a smaller nook that appeared to be blasted out of the side of a hill; from most places, it was shielded from attack, but the rocky outcrop allowed a good line of sight. "I do not expect him to take the field, but if he does, it will be a much easier target. Regardless..." Regina brought up an image of Burgan, mostly for her own purposes to memorize his appearance. However, it couldn't hurt for Anke to see it as well. She was her spotter, after all; she would call the shots as much as Regina did.

    "With the unexpected conflict taking place, their leader will be forced to gain a view of the battlefield. Once he puts his head where we can see it, we will execute the mission and return to the carrier. If conflict is still brewing, it will be culled quickly when news of the subject's termination reaches the battlefield. Our part will be over, and we can come back to the carrier for coffee." Regina eyed Anke curiously, wondering if her breakdown was too much or too quick. She had no idea how to properly operate with someone else. Usually she was her own spotter; Osnen had been quick to learn she trusted her judgment more than most of her fellow soldiers. Not this time, though...Regina's silence was quick to come as she listened to the turbulence outside. Sounded like a dust storm. They probably would be there sooner than later. "Do you have any inputs?" The gentle question caused a few heads to turn in Regina's direction; not often Regina asked for someone else's opinion.
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    Anke followed ever patiently behind Regina and said nothing, though Anke did make sure she was buckled into her own seat. For a few moments Anke simply studied the maps before her, and listened as Regina outlined what her thought process was and the current plans. The sounds of the brewing storm outside were not surprising, this area was nothing but a hotbed of dust and sand and the occasional thunderstorm which could prove quite violent, deadly even. "They have the advantage." Anke said rather softly when she was finally asked for her opinion, something which she did consider a relief.

    "Those quarries have been abandoned for... decades if not longer. They are inherently dangerous and they have been living there or operating from there... they know the terrain, or rather, they know where not to go." Anke sighed softly and raised a hand to her head, scratching it gently. "Henrik's not a fighter, nor is he some kind of master strategist." Anke did feel fairly confident in her assessment of the man, at least for now, but hindsight was everything wasn't it? "He's a speaker, a motivator... a glorified mouthpiece for a cause." Anke continued to watch the map. "He won't show himself unless we force him to."

    Anke nodded now and bit her lower lip for the moment, keenly aware of everyone listening to her speak, mostly in shock that Regina had asked for her opinion and so they too were eager to hear what Anke would have to say. "They know it's a death trap... if they've been there for any length of time they're working on a back door. A way out. If their numbers are as few in total as suggested... would this really be the right place for a last stand?" Something about this entire situation seemed wrong, felt wrong. It seemed like it was too easy. "If we focus on one side, we'll force Henrik out the other into the open, and assuming you can fire through a storm, he should be easy enough to take out."

    Anke now turned to finally look at Regina. "I'm here to support you in this mission. Whatever you need. So long as you talk, and I listen. We'll be fine."
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    Regina listened quietly to Anke's thoughts on the quarry and the Resistance, which led her to reexamine the graphic display once again, a frown adorning her features. "Hm." She seemed to consider the possibility of a theretofore unknown path out of the quarry; Regina placed her finger on the outcrop, tracing it down into the quarry. She eyed a few locations, turning the device-and thus her angle-as she did so. "There is a possibility...this device is only weeks old. I cannot deny that the Resistance may have created additional points of entry or exit. However, I do not expect a hasty retreat. They have put plenty of time and effort into reconstituting this place as their base of operations. I cannot imagine them wishing to pull out and give up whatever secrets they may be holding. We will recover the quarries in the case of a retreat...which can only prove beneficial to us, even if we are not granted an opportunity to complete our original mission."

    Regina worked out her own thoughts back at Anke, folding her arms as she considered their options. "At the very least, having two pairs of eyes will make the job easier." At Anke's comments on whether Regina could fire through a storm, she looked up, the tiniest flash of emotion in her eyes before it was snuffed out. "You know I can." She stated defiantly, as though Anke had taken a shot at her one pride in life. Regina would not suffer even the hint of a question towards her abilities, even if she knew Anke was saying it almost entirely in jest. Regina turned her attention back to the schematics, studying the outcrop for any potential of failure. At worst, the Resistance could blow up the stabilizing rock underneath, causing them to fall, but that was an unlikely proposition, especially given their distance from the target. Unless they had rockets or had planned for that exact possibility, that was out of the question. Other than that, there was the distant chance of an ambush, but Regina had Anke to act as help. Two snipers against an unarmed, likely untrained group of fighters would likely not last particularly long.

    With that in mind, the likeliest outcomes were either their mission went smoothly, or else the opportunity never presented itself. Both were fine eventualities in her mind. She could feel the shift in altitude as the carrier began to descend, and she leaned back against the wall, turning off the projection device and waiting for their craft to land. Regina paused until the carrier came to a complete stop, then stood at the back of the squadron, watching as the loading bay doors opened up to a dusty welcome. On the outskirts of the Badlands, greenish-brown grass largely gave way to the tumbleweeds and sand of desert; it was not entirely sand, but the cobblestone of civilization past was often obscured by the blowing dust storms and occasional screech of animals uncategorized. The horizon was often dotted with the decrepit shadows of buildings long abandoned and fallen to disrepair; whoever had lived here some centuries ago were long-forgotten now. Little in the way of sustenance and life existed here...which both made it ideal and confusing for the Resistance to choose it as a base of operations. She could see the Shegolia Quarries far off in the distance, partially hidden by a rockwall that looked to be the remains of some city limits, or perhaps a long since destroyed structure. It ultimately didn't matter. As soldiers filed out in rows, preparing for a battle ahead, Regina hung a right, heading up a winding, thin path towards a taller peak, where the outcrop she had in mind was situated. "Come on. We don't have long to get in position."
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