I listen not to sympathy
Whilst ruler of this land
Withdraw your feeble aches and moans
Or suffer smite from this my hand
Judas Priest - Tyrant
Crimson Kestrel, Mess Hall
Captain Pavone in a helmet, Echelon, and the Kuznyetski-sounding murder lady from DATASS and the IPG were waiting for the members of the superstar mercenary team, the ISC Phoenix to approach the briefing. There was still ten minutes for crew members to wrap things up and head over to the Mess Hall, as stated by Luca in his brief about fifty minutes ago.
"Two missions, then," Luca reiterated to Nostrovia as he had the folder marked '[OPERATION RIP AND TEAR]' in front of him. "So we need to have a split team."
"Da." She replied as she had '[OPERATION LASER DOLPHIN]' in front of her. "I wonder if they are used to being commanded by people other than you?"
"W3'R3 K1ND4 L4X. 1F Y0U G0T TH3 SK1LL T0 D0 1T, Y0U D0 1T." Echelon butted in, making Nostrovia lean past Luca to look at her. "N0 CH41NS H0LD1NG US F0RW4RD 0R B4CK."
"Ah, a pure meritocracy then?" Nostrovia asked, knowing how many kleptocracies and crony juntas started off as mere mertiocracies.
"The ranks here are really more for who's been around longer," Luca mumbled as he tipped his folder open and looked at the aerial photos of the facility he was supposed to go after. "I dunno when I first got started I just gave people playing cards and it stuck..."
The conversation went back and forth between the three as Melissa arrived early in camouflaged fatigues, sitting down and waiting for the meeting to commence formally. A couple of minutes later, Allison arrived, looking overdressed for how she normally was around the Kestrel.
Whilst ruler of this land
Withdraw your feeble aches and moans
Or suffer smite from this my hand
Judas Priest - Tyrant
Crimson Kestrel, Mess Hall
Captain Pavone in a helmet, Echelon, and the Kuznyetski-sounding murder lady from DATASS and the IPG were waiting for the members of the superstar mercenary team, the ISC Phoenix to approach the briefing. There was still ten minutes for crew members to wrap things up and head over to the Mess Hall, as stated by Luca in his brief about fifty minutes ago.
"Two missions, then," Luca reiterated to Nostrovia as he had the folder marked '[OPERATION RIP AND TEAR]' in front of him. "So we need to have a split team."
"Da." She replied as she had '[OPERATION LASER DOLPHIN]' in front of her. "I wonder if they are used to being commanded by people other than you?"
"W3'R3 K1ND4 L4X. 1F Y0U G0T TH3 SK1LL T0 D0 1T, Y0U D0 1T." Echelon butted in, making Nostrovia lean past Luca to look at her. "N0 CH41NS H0LD1NG US F0RW4RD 0R B4CK."
"Ah, a pure meritocracy then?" Nostrovia asked, knowing how many kleptocracies and crony juntas started off as mere mertiocracies.
"The ranks here are really more for who's been around longer," Luca mumbled as he tipped his folder open and looked at the aerial photos of the facility he was supposed to go after. "I dunno when I first got started I just gave people playing cards and it stuck..."
The conversation went back and forth between the three as Melissa arrived early in camouflaged fatigues, sitting down and waiting for the meeting to commence formally. A couple of minutes later, Allison arrived, looking overdressed for how she normally was around the Kestrel.