"Sir, do you have a map of the plant? We'd better know exactly which way is fastest to our objetive".
When he does speak, however, his voice is strong, even a little overconfident sounding, "Anything you can tell us about the types of monsters seen so far would help as well."
"What is our timeline?"
"How big is the plant?"
"And what is supposed to be in these supply storages? Are they of any value to you and your opperation? And after we power the plant down, you'll still have to deal with the biomonsters on the loose. Are we required to clear them all too?"
"You've told us that we'll have to enter the plant on foot, but the only biomonsters that you have met are as big as Gespent. Are you telling us that you have no idea what kind of resistance we'll encounter once we have exited our mechas?"Hopkins looks somewhat embarassed at this comment.
"My abilities vary depending on how I have programmed my holographic transmitters, today I will engage the enemy quickly and do more damage while avoiding damage myself. Unfortunately I shall be less capable outside of my mecha, I will most likely be slower than all of you due to the protective equipment I am carrying."
"And I'll play the sneaky bastard the whole way. ...But only since my explosives were confiscated."
"If I leave my gear behind then I will remain unprotected. I would rather be slow than dead, especially since when it comes to non-mech combat I am not equipped for ranged capability." He then looks at Bagra, somewhat confused. "Why are you so intent on having us run all over the place? The plant isn't going to explode or anything of the sort if we carefully take our time."
Turning to Hopkins, she asked, "Have the biomonsters thus far displayed signs of co-ordination or intelligence?"The numan soldier, who had been silently observing you with an awkward look on his face, quickly puts back a serious expression and replies:
Cashile's eyes are narrowed thoughtfully as he stares out at the forest in front of him, like he can see what's beyond the treeline. "Hopkins, I've been ponderin' your words from earlier. What surprises have these lil critters got in store for us?" He turns back to the lieutenant, "You said summin' about mutations having surprises in their guts?"
I've seen some able to shoot beams from their mandibles. I've seen some able to spit lesser versions of themselves. I've seen some simply vanish in thin air. I've seen some able to recover from grievous wounds almost instantly. But it's never the same mutation twice in a row. Always something we didn't expect them to be able to do.
"Whilst I wait for my associates to disembark, I would like to extend an invitation to you: I believe it would be safer on my ship than to stay on the forest floor."The woman salutes, her eyes flashing in clear admiration of Alexia.
"Miss, I'd listen to your companion over there. The place is still rather dangerous, and will likely remain so until we are done."Tappy turns to Antares and pouts for a moment, her expression instantly changing to defiance:
"Though I understand your grievances, fighting fire with fire will just escalate into another fruitless war," Alexia said, trying to look as open as possible. Given that she was by nature honest to a fault, this wasn't an issue, "If this facility is indeed meant to manufacture biological weapons, would it not be more beneficial to shut it down entirely and delete all relevant data?"
"If you shut everything down and come with us, I promise to do everything in my power to allow no harm to come to you."
Antares turns to the reporter.As Antares turns to Tappy, she can see she has a look of pure ectasy on her face. And seems to be drooling.
"See that lady? I'm sure she'd love nothing more than to tell your story."
"We should probably stick around a little longer, mend our wounds and make sure the facility stays out for good. It would be a real pain in the ass if some biomonster snuck in and made you its snack in the middle of this debacle."
And, of White: "If possible, could you provide a copy of a map?"