Fian looked at the assembling marines, although the Alliance had exited Hyperspace at the very outskirts of the Elysian system, he would have prefered if everyone was ready to sorte before then. God knows what would happen when we are in enemy terrirory, worse, the enemy home like what the tunnels and the Alliance was in the previous simulation. Terrirorial advantage means you play by their rules.
And this means part of my plan has been rendered obsolete. The Vel Steyr resisted the urge to facepalm.Should not have planned that far unless I was absolutely certain of the variables.
But whatever it is, something has to be done to the marines already here. He pulled up his roster and begun to assign them to their groups. He hates breaking up the established Alpha-Beta-Delta groups but everybody has their preferred Power Armor and it was Power Armor that determined the speciality of the Marine.
"All right, I dont know what the Elysians are going to pull, but I am going to tell you what we are going to pull." Fian cleared his throat, getting the attention of the marines. "If shit happens, the first people that are going to get hurt is the diplomatic envoy. And because the safety of the envoy is our top pirority, I am going to give you permission to annhilate any possible threats when the time comes."
"I'm not going to kid you, we are at a severe disadvantage here and most of us might to make it out alive. But if I catch any of you shooting unnessesary targets or pulling the trigger before any angel does, I'm going to make you wish you didnt make it."
"Now, thanks to our dear Senator Laureal of the Elysian senate, the rules has changed. Some parts of the plan is no longer valid but I am going to control every aspect of this mission when the time comes so the plan is not that important." Fian called up large holographic screen next to him to display what he was about to determine next: Group arrangements.
"The selected WATER2s, Golems, and FIRE1s will be part of Gamma team. If anything happens, we will be the first to 'clear the air' at the diplomatic talks." The names on the list included John Hawkins, Benji Storm and Kokuten Chiaki. "I will be personally leading this group."
"The next team of the following Phalanxes, Warhawks, Kariyus and AIR2s will be playing support and back up." Fian announced, a second list appearing. Many of those members of Epsilon team. "P3C Adrian is in charge."
"The last group, comprising of everybody else, will remain in the vicinity of the NSS Alliance, Sargeant Dick Pickett leading." Some groans were heard amongst the marines. "Ultimately both the envoy and us will be retreating from this sector onboard this ship. I trust you would be able to take care of it."
"And there you go." Fian said, wrapping up his speech. "The groups are Gamma, Epsilon and Charlie respectively. Charlie may exit right now to perfor escort duties, the rest of the marines will remain here until further notice. Godspeed, soldiers."
At that, group Charlie begain to launch out from the tubes. But Fian still had something more to say. "Ally." He said, switiching to a private channel. "Digitally lock every marine's weapons unless they are out of communications or a signal is given by me or any of their respective group leaders. Inform the group leaders, and send me the names of anyone who fires prematurely after the mission." Fian waited for Ally to respond. Cant afford to screw up here, just cant... Just cant.
