"If it can take those APC's, then all of us, easily. It's a cargo elevator, it's meant to be able to carry a lot of stuff. Is everyone here?"
Go get anyone who is lagging behind and drag them onto the elevator. NEXT LEVEL TIME!
You start rounding people up, shoving them onto the elevator, and generally being a big robotic sheepdog to their meandering.
'Hey, Milno, you are going to give that back after the mission, won't you? Cause it was Faith and me who unlocked it, and you just snatched it from us while we were working.'
Go to elevator.
You go to the elevator.
Team D Leader Faith, Elevator in a Pimpin' Exoskeleton
Faith giggled.
"Oh man, I am totally keeping this thing."
Go see if I can salvage anything from the smashed equipment in the LRC room that might be handy for building or upgrading things back on ship.
Then:
Go get anyone who is lagging behind and drag them onto the elevator. NEXT LEVEL TIME!
The stuff doesn't look like anything special; it's just standard electronic crap and most of it is shredded anyways. You walk back to the elevator.
Stacy, Team C Physimancer, Main Elevator.
"You're wrong, the British were an empire back before the UWM that controlled just a fraction of some insignificant planet. Led by their wizard king Harry, they fought other empires called the French over control of the Holy Grail, the Spanish over some sort of religious Inquisition and robotic alien enemies from space called Daleks. Their royal guards were renowned for having botulinum toxin injected in their faces so they'd never react to a threat."
"Obviously, there is more to the name of the British than I first assumed. I had also heard that there once lived a man named British. Despite being effectively immortal, people still sought ways to kill him for some reason, until they finally killed him with some poisoned bread, whatever that is. It's a parable that was once frequently used to illustrate the futility of becoming immortal, I believe."
Stop circling and stand somewhere along the wall, putting some distance between myself and the door.
You stand against the wall, away from all the doors.
Glancing between the various different suits and rocket-packs worn by the team heading for the elevator, Jobasio frowned a bit.
"I've not seen this elevator, are we all going to fit? If not, I suppose we'll be drawing straws to see which teams get stuck on the bottom waiting for the rest of the group..." He shook his head slightly. 'Then again, being stuck at the top of the elevator wouldn't be much better.'
>Head to the elevator. Assess whether the entire team will fit as one load.
You half walk, half get shoved by bishop, into the elevator. It certainly looks like it will fit everyone, or at least bishop is working prett fucking hard to make it.
The following image pops up on your helmets, robotic eyes, or whatever the hell else you're viewing the world through.
"Team A and B, Take the entertainment District. C, Take Water production and Trading storage. D, Oxygen production and the farming and food production areas."