Re: Hangars
"I'm Major Ascott, but I take it you may have guessed that much. I see you claimed this shuttle already by naming it. Good, get to know her, and your crew. She's yours. But one thing... Bucky Beaver? Thats not what you gunner was chalking down on the side," Ascott grins. Despite his auro of command Apple immediately felt at ease with the man, probably because of his no nonsense SAS background. Major Ascott after all was a man from the field, shaped by active duty, not pencils and study.
"I suggest you and him get your coordination in order."
The major tossed his pack with his rebreather on the co-pilot seat and removed his helmet. As he sat down in the engineer seat he drew a dataslate and plugged it into the Rhino. Immediately schematics of the Vasco DaGama popped up on Apple's HUD.
"Anyway, listen up," he puffed as he loosened his chestplate. "You will take a detachment of ten marines to here, the aft cargo bay airlock. There you will need to hover close, so the grapples can lock on and the crew can drift over to open the lock doors. They will go in, and conduct a search of the vessel. Just a search for now. We have no idea what we will find, so once they are in, your loadmaster-slash-gunner Sheppard will have to unlock the grapples so you can fly a holding pattern." He paused, making sure Appigan had time to jot things down if he wanted to. "Stay close though, because if we need an evac, you are the first one we will call upon. There will be fighters about running shield patrols, so you should coordinate with them how close you can get without them hindering you."
Ascott tightened the body armour again, grabbed the helmet and rebreather pack, and stood up to leave.
"I know we haven't had proper introductions and all, but that will have to wait. Business first right?"