2022-02-09: Lies, Damned Lies, and Exile Orders
- Log: 2022-2-9 - Lies, Damned Lies, and Exile Orders
- Cast: Mayvy Hawkins, Mitsuba Greyvalley
- Where: Battleship Dreisstrager, Lagrange Point 1
- OOC - IC Date: February 9, 0096
- Summary: Mayvy briefs Mitsuba on the threat posed by the corrupted Braves, and Mitsuba comes up with a phenomenally terrible idea.
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
It's taken longer than expected (assisting System-99 notwithstanding), and she's asked herself 'wait, isn't that classified?' enough to give her Concerns about certain aspects of the AOS, but the day is finally here.
Mayvy Hawkins sits at her workstation, feet in her chair and head upon her knees, putting the finishing touches on an unnecessarily cool-looking presentation about the Triple Zero-affected Gutsy Galaxy Guard and its mobile unit. It has spinning 3D models! And... well, okay, the 3D models are the main attraction.
She pulls a small storage device out of her workstation. "Harosie, c'mere, would you?"
"Mayvy! Mayvy! Here I am~" chimes a Haro clad in blue, gold, and black, colors evoking the Dreisstrager. Mayvy leans down to slide the storage card into a slot under Harosie's left flapper.
She picks it up. "You and I are giving a presentation. You excited to try out your new projector system?"
Harosie flaps a few times. "Yes! Projector system! Projector system!"
Mayvy grins, but idly wonders if she can adjust the whole repetition thing... oh well. Later.
Five minutes later, she's on her way to one of the ship's secure conference rooms, Haro under her arm, poised to be right on time for her presentation for the captain.
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
The repetition is an essential part of a Haro's charm! It makes them seem cute and exciteable.
Mitsuba is already waiting for her technical chief in the conference room by the time Mayvy arrives; for some this might be worrying, but Mitsuba's always been aggressively punctual. A captain needs to provide her charges with the respect she expects, which means she really needs to be on time and then some for everything.
Her expression is fairly serious; she knows what's coming, here: a lot of bad news. Still -- it can't grind her down. The Captain's mood is the ship's mood, so if she approaches the problem confidently, she can in turn impart that to the rest of the ship. That's what the AOS is for, isn't it? Equipping the pilots to enact the captain's will?
She stands when Mayvy enters, despite... really not needing to -- *she's* the commanding officer, after all. She doesn't salute or expect one back, though. Discipline is less the Dreisstrager's concern. "Thank you for taking the time to do this," she says, before getting settled back in.
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy's lips turn up in a grin. "At ease, captain~" she casually replies, placing the Haro on the table and moving to sit by Mitsuba. The Haro rolls down the table to follow her, flapping a couple of times in greeting to Mitsuba. "Captain! Captain! Haro~" it chimes, tilting side-to-side.
"O'course. You made the right call asking me to do this, Mitsuba. Some of the stuff I've found..." She trails off, looking a little pensive. Not a common look from Mayvy, and it doesn't bode well.
"Anyway. I couldn't directly vet the classified data the AOS picked up, but it mostly falls in line with what we know about advances in GS-driven tech, so I'm pretty certain it's legitimate. Anyway!" Her grin returns. "Shall we get started?"
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
Haros are sort of not-quite-nostalgic for Mitsuba; even if she didn't encounter them until anyone else did, they make her think about Side 7, for the obvious reason. She gives Harosie a pat on the head as it follows Mayvy toward her. "Even if it's just the Dreisstrager's best guesses based on what we already have, it's better than flying blind," Mitsuba answers her, on the topic of the data's provenance. "We're up against a fairly major threat, so..."
She leans in toward Mayvy. "I guess there's never going to be a better time for it. Show me what you have." She gives a firm nod.
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy stands up again, pulling a small remote and telescoping pointer out of her pocket. She flicks the light off, and looks at the Haro. "Harosie, if you would?"
'Harosie'. That's a new one.
"Yep! Yep! Presentation time, presentaton time~" it chimes, bottom panels flipping open to stabilize it on the table as it mouth opens to reveal a recessed lens, projecting a white screen onto the far wall.
"Thank you. Okay, so." She clicks the remote. A picture of Earth appears onscreen, overlooking the North Britannian continent. "This starts off a bit roundabout, but bear with me. December '90 saw the detonation of Getter Robo's reactor, and the resulting destruction of New Yark City." She taps the pointer over the east coast. "I don't need to remind you of all the freak weather we had through the year that followed, I'm sure."
She clicks the remote. A date display appears underneath the globe, covering the period from the end of 0090 to the beginning of 0091. A green mushroom-cloud icon appears over New Yark. The date advances, and the globe spins, with icons depicting various seismic and weather events as the year continues. The fast-forward through the year halts in mid-June.
"So. In June, the Gutsy Galaxy Guard attempts a coup against the Oceania Cooperative Union." The view of the globe zooms out, showing a small GGG emblem tracing a dotted path out of the Earth Sphere and disappearing behind a ?. "They're exiled from the Earth Sphere as a result." She taps the question mark.
Taking the pointer in both hands, she bends it lightly, grinning at Mitsuba. "So, captain. Pop quiz! What links these three events together?"
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
Some of this history, Mitsuba is familiar with; she doesn't even fully buy the Getter Ray explanation for the freak weather, really. Most of what happened from 0089-91 smelled bad in the moment and only started smelling worse the more familiar Mitsuba got with the Federation's ins and outs.
She watches the presentation carefully. Detonating the reactor, the weather over the rest of the year, and GGG's coup and exile...
"Japan's Super Robot Corps -- the infrastructure for which ends up folded into NERV. The first event doesn't fully flow into the other two unless we assume we're looking at the OCU's defensive posture broadly." She leans back. "We could assume that Britannia wanted to forestall the possibility of a counterstrike by the OCU's elites -- lightning war got them a victory in what's now Area 11, but a less dovish Prime Minister could have turned that around fast by leaning on Build Base, the GGG, and what's now NISAR. Granted, it would've destroyed the Federation..."
Then again -- that's just the explanation that assumes the biggest problem is disunity. Mitsuba turns it over in her head. "If there's another one, I may not be read in on the science enough to catch it."
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy's smiling as she watches Mitsuba's mind at work. Really, that was what she wanted from this question, more than anything--call it professional curiosity, really. If she couldn't draw Mayvy's intended conclusion, she'd go somewhere interesting.
"Well, it's a trick question, sort of," she admits. "That's an astute conclusion, if you accept the facts as-presented. HOWEVER!" The pointer thwaps dramatically against the canvas. "According to what I've pieced together... all that links these three things together as a correlated string of cause and effect is that they were lied about by the Federation."
"The truth of the matter is that event A--the detonation of Getter Robo--has nothing to do with events B and C in this scenario. Bbviously, Getter Robo's detonation didn't cause six months of anomalous weather. I think the only reason people didn't make a bigger stink about them tying these things together was the fact that Getter Rays are weird and unsettling to most sane scientists."
How she, personally, feels is left unsaid.
"So, GGG's coup. First off, it's kind of a ridiculous premise to start with, right?" Mayvy crosses her arms and leans back, illuminated by the projector. "Like, your scenario--really one of the more likely ones... that assumes GGG's leadership was full of enough warhawks to want to turn GGG's arsenal against Britannia. *Understandable*, but not likely, especially with someone like Koutarou Taiga at the head."
"So there's gotta be more to this, right? And with the AOS' help, I've discovered something. I've come to the conclusion that the anti-GGG military movement leading up to their exile was a feint. Fighting with easily-countered weaponry, pulled punches... to say nothing of the fact that the strike force included several pilots strongly associated with the organization."
"And here's the other thing." Click. The timeline advances, slower this time. After about a week, the weather abruptly normalizes.
"After GGG left, it stopped."
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
That's actually the more coherent answer, to Mitsuba's mind, and the fact that it's that one puts her at ease a bit. "Okay, I'll accept that. Right. I was supposing that there *was* a coherent connection -- but as you say, the first event doesn't lead to the others in any natural way." She really ought to trust her gut more and overread less -- then again, that's why she has everyone else, too.
Mitsuba listens to Mayvy, looking up at the projector. "Right -- calling in GGG for political vendettas, even serious ones, is usually a nonstarter. I won't say it's never happened -- I'm certainly not privy to Karaba's operational history... but it doesn't *feel* right, especially after a ceasefire that was that hard to negotiate."
She listens to Mayvy's hypothesis. "I'd agree with this assessment, too. I don't know much about the recent events in Nouvelle Tokyo, but it sounds like the original GGG are back as if nothing ever happened. It'd be a strange posture if their original coup wasn't theater." The timeline slowly advances...
... ah. "So you're saying... the weather changes are a false correlate. The real source is whatever problem the Guard needed to be able to address unilaterally -- so for that, they... got themselves expelled, so they could sign their own warrants and give *themselves* dispensation, instead of waiting on approval from the General Assembly or the Central Council."
Mitsuba's lips curl up in a smile. "I'd say I'd like *that* arrangement, but the Dreisstrager's might actually be even better."
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy claps her hands together once. "Precisely! Whatever caused those weather shifts is the same thing that spurred GGG to leave. They stopped it, within the next week. I would presume they were considered missing in action after that--five years without a word would give *me* that impression--but that begs the question of what kept them away for five years. If they've been under the influence of this Triple Zero the whole time, I can't imagine they wouldn't have sprung at the earliest possible opportunity to come back and kick our collective asses."
She grins a bit at Mitsuba. "This one doesn't leave us persona non grata with anyone at the start, but... it's an enviable position to be in, regardless."
There's a pause. "Right, so. Triple Zero."
This is where things get less fun.
"There's still a lot I don't know, here, and most of this is conjecture, but..." She clicks the remote, and brings up a collage of video clips--from amateur photographers, newscasts, and official file footage--of GGG's mobile unit in action. Showcases of their power.
Click.
A series of graphs, with rotating 3D models of the mobile unit's members beneath each cluster. "This is what their numbers look like according to the records I could find. And this..."
Click.
A second set of graphs rises up from the first. The increases are all *significant*, ranging from 50% to nearly doubling. "I'm erring on the side of catastrophe here, but... based on the data I've gathered from their activities so far, these numbers *do not look good.* To say nothing of the regenerative capabilities reported during the battle with Reine Noire. The white ark that showed up at the PLANTs... well, the less said the better. They managed to start tearing it apart before it left, but I'm still crunching numbers on that. We've never had precise data on that thing, so trying to rein in the power increase is. Troublesome."
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
It's a lot of data. Mitsuba copes. Honestly, for being someone who is utterly not on the technical side of things, she copes pretty well; something about the situation might be nudging her to do the math just a little faster, approach it just a little more critically. She leans back in her seat, and crosses her legs for a moment.
"Okay -- well, the good news is that that *did* give us a five-year technological advantage, but the bad news is that that doesn't seem to control for much. At best, we're on pace to engage the threat as a threat; at worst, we're... decidedly ill-equipped."
She needs a moment to think. What's the right call in this situation? Focus on the flight wing and extend their *immediate* force, or hedge their bets and get ready for more violence later? "... I'd like you to focus on getting the AOS's functions that impact the hangars fully ready," she says, after a few moments' thought. Best to think future-forward. You have to assume that you'll have tomorrow to make sense of anything today. "I know Nergal mentioned that it has a subroutine that monitors for appropriate mid-size gilla investments; that might be a close second priority. We'll need the resources to upgrade our own gear, at a minimum."
"They've had a relatively slow initial pace, for all they seem to have the raw strength advantage," Mitsuba explains, "which means they lack the resources for pushes that are wide *or* deep. Most likely, all they have is whoever left with the Guard. That's not insignificant at all, but it does mean we should expect short bursts of guerrilla warfare, rather than a full-field press. We can't really rely on Thompson's principles for anti-guerrilla warfare, either, as they're oriented on underlying assumptions that the guerrillas are working toward national liberation."
Mitsuba is in her element now. Now that she knows *what* she's dealing with, there's part of her that's... not *excited*, but motivated. "Still, that gives us the basics. We need a mobility-centered approach -- fewer, more powerful units, and precise timing on counterstrikes. Do we know if they're willing to use terror tactics? Is there a clear sense of the underlying ideology yet?"
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy nods slowly. There's another shoe she's waiting to drop, but... Mitsuba's going now. Best to let her get in her element. "It's best to assume that neither strike we've seen so far is a true show of force. The white ark's attack, especially, reads as... something more than just an *attack.*"
Nibbling the tip of her pointer, she nods. "Right. The 3D printing system's been giving me some trouble, so I need to crack that open a bit further for part synthesis. Not sure what it's using for supply sometimes, really--haven't been able to trace all the feed lines back. One of 'em goes back to one of the main holds, and I'm *really* hoping it doesn't have the ability to just grab random shit to melt down for filament."
Ahem.
"Anyway. We snagged some of the transmissions coming off the ark during that battle... sounds like it was Swan White talking." She grins a little, bringing up a photo. "Bit of an idol of mine growing up, honestly... Neo-American girl. She was Leo Shishioh's right hand. Brilliant, and, uh... really knew how to fill out one of those GGG uniforms."
*AHEM.*
"If she's anything to go by... it sounds like they're more or less the same as they were, as people, but whatever they found out there convinced them that intelligent life is doing irreparable damage to the universe itself. Violating the 'Cosmic Law'. And that the solution is to *destroy* intelligent life. She said that it *asked* them to."
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
"I don't think the Dreisstrager would do anything to compromise our readiness, even if it does occasionally spit up a... mostly-unexplained hot dog," Mitsuba notes, letting out a breath that's about halfway to a laugh. She's back on task before too long, though.
"That's a very... interesting set of assertions, especially coming from a group of people who swore to protect all life on Earth, once. 'Asked' is doing an amount of contextual lifting I'd describe as, given the force projections we were just looking at, Goldymarg-level," Mitsuba reflects, as Mayvy explains the curious tale of Swan White. If the thirstposting bothers her, she doesn't seem to indicate it at all. "The Gutsy Guards in their various permutations have a history of fighting foes whose tools tamper with emotional pathways. Do you think this is something..."
She pauses, glancing up at the ceiling as she tries to find phrasing. "It's not that I'm suggesting it's 'like' a Zonder or Pseudo-Zonder, on a mechanism level, before we get bogged down in particulars. I might actually be suggesting an inversion -- rather than externalizing an existing emotion to purge, sort of..."
She gestures with both hands -- a small, asymmetrical, circular motion with each. "Finding a hole to stick a new one into," she eventually settles on.
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy grins at Mitsuba's turns of phrase. "It's possible, and I'd go with that as a working theory for now," she explains, "But I can't really make any calls without more intelligence. Psychology's not exactly my strong suit, besides. We may want to get in contact with NERV ourselves and get however much of the story they're willing to give us... *hopefully* they won't be too cagey, what with the existential threat, and the Dreisstrager being bigger than a Macross with twice the firepower."
May takes a deep breath. "... which brings me to the biggest potential threat. I don't have much on this, I'm afraid. But the AOS had managed to scrape enough classified shit for me to figure out that they built something called the 'Goldion Crusher' into the three ships the Galaxy Guard took with them when they left."
"Now, if you'll remember, the Goldion Hammer is this thing." Click. A video comes up, displaying file footage of the Hammer doing its thing.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwLg4tYvg0k) (epilepsy warning)
On the next slide, the Division Ships are shown, folding up into a form resembling a giant mallet. "Given how they can reconfigure, this is more or less what the Crusher should look like. And, well... I can't imagine that anything you can describe as 'Goldion Hammer but bigger' is gonna do anything but put us in deep shit, assuming they've still got the ships."
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
Mitsuba watches the footage. It's a lot to take in, to put it delicately -- even the Hammer is an absolutely staggering amount of power to consider wielded against the Earth, by itself.
Then she spells out what the Goldion Crusher is. "Oh," Mitsuba says, a little blankly. She needs only a moment to get into her element again, though.
"Well -- the fact that they used the element of surprise and *didn't* use this suggests that they lack the willpower or the capacity." A beat, before she says, "It's a GGG team. It's the capacity."
She games that conclusion out in her head. "So most likely, we can assume everything they've done up until now is about gaining the capacity to *use* such a weapon. I know they attacked Nouvelle Tokyo... we have the data from the white ark as well. If we assume that's true, where are they going next to gain the capacity to make such a strike?"
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
"Well, during the Primeval War, the Goldion Hammer required two steps to activate--a key from Chief Taiga, and then a card-based release for Goldymarg's internal safety measures," she explains. "The key represented the approval of the Federation Council, used at his discretion."
She idly bends the pointer, thinking. "Regulation got tighter when they got rolled up under NERV's umbrella after the war, so... something *bigger* than that would require more stringent authorization. Probably direct authorization from the Federation Council itself, honestly, instead of the chief by proxy. Failsafes, too. If they wanted to use this Goldion Crusher, they'd need a way to bypass the authorization lockouts, and despite *presumably* having Takeshi Todo and Kousuke Entouji on-side, they haven't figured that out. So if it were *me*, and I couldn't get around it..."
She points her pointer at Mitsuba dramatically, almost like a fencing foil. She's grinning deviously. "I'd go for the authorization codes themselves. If they get those, they can just spoof the signal and turn it on whenever the fuck they want."
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
... a two-step approval for a weapon like that? It sounds ridiculous, but... "... well, the excessive bureaucracy is in our favor at the moment, I suppose," Mitsuba says, with a wry smile. "I suppose it's best to be thankful for little mercies." She glances over to Harosie; she gives the Haro another small pat, as she thinks this over with a serious expression.
"Which presents us with a dilemma," Mitsuba concludes. "We could go hole up next to one of the authorization codes, wherever they happen to be. I'm assuming they're not all stored in the same spot, given the degree of bureaucrazy. It'd be ideal if we knew where -- I could go to NERV in my G-Hound capacity and make requests... or demands. But it'd be better if I didn't have to."
"Hm. Let's assume for the moment that their systems administrators can do half of the work themselves." Given the minds on the table, reasonable. Data on Takeshi Todo is classified relative to Mitsuba -- perhaps even does not exist -- but she's willing to give GGG some very strong positive assumptions given what she has on the table. "That means we have to stop them from getting even one key if there are still two, two if there are three or four... Mmm." Mitsuba games *that* out in her head a few steps further.
"... Mayvy, are you willing to entertain a bad idea?" I don't understand that.
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Otherwise motionless, Harosie flaps its 'wings' happily. "Haro! Haro!"
Mayvy nods. "Mm. GGG's techs are that good, easy." She takes a seat on the table next to Mitsuba now, pointer laid across her lap.
Oh. Ooooh. This ought to be good, May thinks, trying to suppress her eagerness as she replies, "Depends. We talking 'fighting a one-ship war for the fate of the Earth Sphere' bad idea, or 'stealing food off of Lune's plate'?"
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
"If we're smart, neither," Mitsuba says, with a confident, almost playful twinkle in her eye, "but the idea is still bad." Now it's her turn to stand up. She plops her PDA onto the conference table, and puts it into project mode. This doesn't compete with Mayvy's projection -- it's 'up,' from the table, not 'forward'. "Pull up a map of... hm. Let's assume Dakar, for now. It's a safe bet. We can update the projection if it turns out the keys are somewhere else -- this is a suggestion at the moment, anyway."
A tiny projection of Dakar pops up. "Highlight the region where the AEUG's battle with the Titans in 0087 occurred. Char Aznable's speech." A helpful blob of color appears!
"So -- G-Hound is not known for a... friendly, posture, of cooperation with other Federation military units. Flatly, it has a Blue Cosmos problem. Live fire incidents during training periodically occur -- sometimes with G-Hound as the instigator, sometimes with local garrisons as the instigators." Mitsuba's a *little* annoyed to say that. "You're expecting me to propose feigning one, and I thought about it. But Chief Taiga will absolutely see through feigned damage to a nonessential area of the Dreisstrager."
This is where the bad idea comes in. "Real, clear damage to an essential area would be much more tantalizing, and harder to pass up, and they don't know a lot about the Dreisstrager. Right now, none of our units come in above 30 meters. I'd suggest, before the operation, that the local garrison *actually* destroy our central catapult -- the one for large-scale mobile armors and super robots." There's that spark of creativity in Mitsuba's eyes, now. "In response, we'll have to destroy their local repair facility with the ship's bow-mounted cannon, of course, out of spite, before beaching ourselves."
"None of this *actually* affects short-term readiness, since *our* unused repair bays can handle the entire local garrison and then some, and G-Hound has deep pockets to smooth these types of incidents over." Okay, now she's downright excited. "But to an outside observer, who assumes that our extravagant catapult is already in use, and that a G-Hound and Nergal vessel won't have any interest in playing nice with Londo Bell or the regular forces..."
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy rankles visibly at the mention of Blue Cosmos. As she's told Mitsuba before, that particular problem is by far her biggest sticking point about the Dreisstrager's association with G-Hound. But here...
She winces as the captain proposes actually disabling the central catapult. "That's... gonna take some serious time to repair," she reluctantly notes, "And I'd hate to do it to her, but..."
Deep breath. It's okay. She's meant to take hits. It's fine.
"Mitsubuttons, that's an awful idea..." She nudges her glasses up her nose. They reflect white in the light of the projections. "And honestly? I love it. If anything's gonna be enough to pull the wool over Taiga's eyes, it's something like this. Now, we shouldn't *rely* on them having incomplete intelligence... and emplacing ourselves does make us a bit of a target. We'll need to make it sound real, too. Assume in advance that our comms are compromised. But... if we can push them back, and keep them out of the systems... *and,* of course, assuming they don't send the white ark after us..."
She looks over the map. "Shit, this might work. Honestly, I'm just excited to get some solid data on them."
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
"Right. All I need is a few hours off-ship to negotiate the strike with a member of the local garrison -- or, honestly... I'll have Reynold do it," Mitsuba affirms, after a moment. "The role of the scheming XO looking to prove me incompetent and take my place... I don't know if he can play it perfectly, but it's him or Lian and frankly, Lian doesn't have a deceptive bone in her body. Reynold is at least unreadable."
After a moment, she adds, "... That's going to be your responsibility -- and the AOS's. I'm well aware that asking you to outplay the GGG technical crew is... a *request*, even with the AOS's support. But the real goal here will have to be putting a material dent in the enemy -- which means we'll have to appeal to NERV or Londo Bell for a more effective problem solving method for this particular problem, too, and one that clocks in at under 30 meters. There are... universal solutions, but I don't have any real interest in ending the story of one of my childhood heroes if it isn't necessary."
The gloom of that thought doesn't seem to tear into her the way it did the first few months of her deployment. Quite the opposite, in fact. She's in her element -- they have a plan of action about a problem, and one that has an open timetable. "Thank you for the briefing, Mayvy. Can you look into methods that might solve this -- less lethally, between now and the time we try the plan?"
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
May nods. "Better to keep plausible deniability where we can," she agrees. The thought of Lian trying to pose as a scheming officer brings a bit of a grin to her face.
The grin grows as she hears the role she's meant to play. "Well, I'd rather have met them as partners in crime than enemies, buuut... if I didn't wanna be challenged, I wouldn't be here." Really, being honest, counter-hacking GGG's best is a dream for her.
She looks thoughtful. "I'll get in contact with NERV, see if I can arrange a visit with Guy Shishioh. He knows more than anyone about Triple Zero right now... if anyone's going to have ideas for pulling this out of their heads, it'll be him. Otherwise, the best I can do is tell people not to shoot the mobile unit's AI blocks."
<Pose Tracker> Mitsuba Greyvalley has posed.
Mitsuba gives a firm nod. "Unless you have anything else," she says, "you're dismissed. Thank you again for this. It feels good to have a clear plan of action for at least one problem that doesn't require *any* reacting." Mitsuba is always at her happiest on the offensive.
She leaves her own projection up, and intends to stay in the conference room a while; she needs to sketch out some actual positioning in case Dakar's a viable location.
<Pose Tracker> Mayvy Hawkins has posed.
Mayvy lingers with the captain, at least for a little while--time to decompress, for her. As much as she's loathe to admit it, she does need time around people, even if it's just quiet watching-them-work time.