White: King's Pawn e2 > e4

"Squad 2-06, ship manufacturer's database indicates there is an access hatch that opens into a corridor parallel to 9-13, proceed aft and secure the machine room at the end of it, then await further instruction," the radio barked.

"Copy command, advance aft and hold, 2-06 out," Emelie responded over the comms in her helmet. The squad lead stood at the center of their formation sweeping the tops of the cargo containers with her torchlight, her rich black skin glistening with the humidity inside the secondary cargo hold they were currently sweeping. 'What the hell happened to the environmental systems on this ship?' the tall and thin Seargent thought to herself. "Alright squad, you heard the brass, change of plans! Mara, team 2 has point!"

"Ma'am!" Mara sounded off then lead her fire team, in the new direction with the rest of the squad in tow. "Em! We found it!" Mara reported, almost giddy like she had found a 10 credit chit off the ground. The small team lead was one of the newer recruits and had only made leader of her fire team due to her seniority over the other basic troopers... which wasn't saying much. The petite woman seemed to be handling the humidity just fine, not a hint of sweat or unkempt hair covering her beige visage.

"Good work, Mara. Deirdre, I want your team covering the rear," Emelie turned to the other squad lead, easily picking her out by her pale complexion and freckled face.

"You got it," Deirdre responded simply, no stress or tension detectable in her voice. Emelie saw her turn, her fire red ponytail swinging as she pivoted in place, then she turned back to her own team. Deirdre was a professional, at least as far as any of these basics were concerned. Emelie had served with her since training and knew she could rely on her to pull up any slack the others left.

Without requiring further instruction, the three teams of the squad coalesced on the access hatch, stacked up, and breached into the corridor with what would have only gotten minor critiques from their drill instructors. Emelie furrowed her brows, she would have to go over the helmet cam footage with the squad and point out their errors in the after-action... these basics were green.

Focusing back on their objective, Emelie kept her squad in line as they advanced on the machine room.

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