[b][color=808080]"You are correct, Zero-Three."[/color][/b] A ninth voice suddenly filled the room around the new companions, it was deep and somewhat raspy, but carried weight with each word. After a moment, the monitor embedded in the wall lit up to reveal the image of a man's head and shoulders. The black suit he wore contrasted heavily against his graying hair, but these colors were moderated by the dark-silver rims of his rectangular glasses, which rested a bit too low on the bridge of his nose. The man remedied this issue by pushing the glasses up to their proper position. He blinked through the glasses with his dulled hazel eyes before speaking again.

[b][color=808080]"Welcome, Sabres. For those of you who are unaware, I am Overwatch. Think of me as your mission director. Your operations will be briefed by me, and I will be the one you call in to when you are on the field."[/color][/b]

[color=7ea7d8]"Greetings, sir!"[/color] Cyprian quickly dismounted the table and turned to face the screen, throwing his hand up to a salute.

[b][color=808080]"Yes, hello Zero-Eight."[/color][/b] Overwatch nodded at the doctor's excitement, and then proceeded. [b][color=808080]"As I was saying. Such obligations are the very reason for the presence of both myself and the eight of you. Your first mission."[/color][/b]