After the team re-equipped themselves, there was a brief moment in which Ammpe2 was sure that he could smell and taste something akin to over-nuked chicken skin. Wrinkling his nose and sucking on his own teeth, though, seemed to have cleared the sensations and, with a crackle that only he heard, reset whatever circuit in his brain had produced them. Following a blink and a shake of his head, the maintenance clone (and, somehow, Team Leader), eyed the rest of his squad a bit curiously before Junkie the Jackobot… or was it Jackie the Junkobot?... begam leading them back toward the hoverbot.

"BEE-DEE-BEE-DEE-BEEP. Welcome, new superior human troubleshooters," Jackie chirped in it’s familiarly annoying tone, "I sincerely hope that none of you meet a similar fate as your old team, as radiation poisoning is apparently rather unpleasant. Our next stop is to return to the cafeteria where you originally assembled. Are you up to the task, oh fleshy overlords?"

“If those are Friend Computer’s orders,” Ammpe2 nodded, running a hand through his staticky red hair, “then, I suppose we are. Lead on, Junkie.”

Arriving at their designated conveyance, Steam2 turned to face him, hands to his sides and his spine as straight; “Team Leader, permission to remain the pilot of this efficient hoverbot. I believe I have finally mastered the controls and anticipate no further loss of clones.”

“Permission granted,” Ammpe2 nodded following only the spark of an instant’s consideration. It seemed the wisest choice given the soldier clone’s qualifications and, despite the debacle that was the troubleshooters’ first voyage aboard the thing, even Friend Computer offered second (and third and fourth and fifth) chances. He motioned Steam2 to the controls and then, following behind him, called back to the res; “All aboard, team. Back to the cafeteria, it is.”