You gather all of your equipment. Considering how you don't have any sort of pack, you're forced to carry all but your knife in your arms. You stick your knife in your pocket.
Upon attempting to open the door, you notice it's locked.
"... This is a MASH unit set up about 32 Kilometers from the battleground most of you guys just came from. It's been a few hours since the fighting stopped."
"as for that business, hope you can wait. All able-bodied personnel are being assigned to defensive positions. Brass is expecting a raid soon. From your uniform, you're a battlemech pilot. You look able-bodied, so you'd probably best report to the 'mech staging area."
Cut this one with your knife.
Upon attempting to open the door, you notice it's locked.
Nothing happens.
The window is also locked. In fact, there doesn't even seem to be a method of opening it.
>: Check helmet radio
Your Neurohelmet is without power, so the radio doesn't work.
You hear footsteps out in the hall.
A humanoid figure stands in the doorway. You can clearly see the glint of glasses on the person's face.
"Yes? What is it?"
(Goddammit I'm tired I CBA to make a decent post/image)
"as for that business, hope you can wait. All able-bodied personnel are being assigned to defensive positions. Brass is expecting a raid soon. From your uniform, you're a battlemech pilot. You look able-bodied, so you'd probably best report to the 'mech staging area."
"... Just walk outside, you can't miss it"
He was right. Before you stands a massive hangar, guarded by a single 'mech you recall as being a Centurion.