Trowa studied the layout and the numbers for a moment and weighed his options. The main threat was defiantly the big Crab Mishhu. This was the first time Trowa had seen one up close, having spent most of his time up on the bridge of the Aeon. “Ok, the big and uglys are our biggest threat. Arai-Hei, your first target is that big guy up top on that stone platform. Kim-Juni, I’m going to fire at those two Crabs that are close together then run past them and quickly take out those five orange skinned Nekos. It doesn’t appear as though they have any armor so I should be able to make quick work of them. Once I move past the Crabs they should turn and follow me. You hit them hard from behind. Use whatever it takes to take them out. As soon as I’m done with the Nekos I’ll give you a hand.”
The Nepleslian pilot paused a moment to consider the workers. For all appearances they looked like captured pilots and soldiers, but how could he be sure? He had command of this team so it was his call to make. “We have to assume that all targets are hostile.” He lasered to his team. “The workers may not fight, they may be prisoners, but we can’t take that risk.” After another pause he cursed. “Feth it. If the workers don’t attack us, fine but none leave this room. They start to run their dead. We can’t let the base know we’re here. Alright we all clear? Let’s move.”