"Cavaliers! You heard the Captain; we go in 30 mikes! Mount up!" barked Phaedra.
She was suprised to see Sergeant Rochester approach her with a new face in tow.
"Volkov, Private Daniels was supposed to join Hawkins. Unless you want me to carry out that assignment and bung him out the airlock, he's all yours."
"Thank you Rochester," said Phaedra, eyeing Luke with scrutiny.
"I've already been briefed on the mission, si- ah, mam. I understand we are going underground into the mines. Prisoners and slaves are not to be harmed."
"That is correct, Private Daniels," said Phaedra. She tapped several times on her Datapad and prepped another Hostile for the new arrival.
"I have your armor here," she said, gesturing to the Hostile being lowered into place.
"Get inside and have it ready as soon as possible. We drop in 30 minutes. Welcome to the Cavaliers."
Phaedra placed her hands behind her back and leaned forward slightly.
"Due to the circumstances I will excuse you this time, Private. But in the future, you would do well to salute your superior officer," she said, staring up at him with her frigid gaze.
"Get a move on. The rest of the fleet drops with or without you," said Phaedra with a salute.
"Dismissed."
Phaedra pulled out her datapad while she headed to her own Hostile. She sent a message to all members of her squad.
Code:
Cavaliers, I want your equipment loadouts finalized and sent to me in 15 minutes please.
-Sgt. Volkov