[h2][color=ed1c24]Seeking Intelligent Logistics Assault System (S.I.L.A.S.)[/color][/h2]
[h3][color=ed1c24]ICARUS Command[/color][/h3]

As Silas continued to make his journey from the Armoury to ICARUS Command, he observed the many equipment and technologies Helios seemed to use. They just seemed rather... primitive. Then again, it would probably be best to ask some guy he met along the way for the date. 

After all, it was was year 2731 back in his world. [i]His[/i] world. Silas knew that even his inbuilt processing matrix could not predict how long he would be here. Come to think of it, the compound sure was pretty, with its mostly black walls and shiny gold trim. He had heard that Helios made some good machinery and weapons, and he could only hope that they would work on him, as he made modifications to himself every now and then. Maybe he might even find better armour for his battle-damaged exoskeleton. He doubted it, though. This world appeared to be nearly two-hundred years behind his. But hell, the money was great! He had more advanced equipment than what he observed the other grunts and drones carrying around. Silas didn't think any of them could deploy a nearly unbreakable dome shield.

Of course he didn't like the looks that the other Helios soldiers gave him, but he was used to it by now. His tall frame and reflective material attracted a lot of attention, even though the metal plates we slightly dull from years of use and battle. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the admittedly small entrance to the office of some guy named Shadowjack, the apparent leader of the strike force ICARUS. Strange name. But he had time to think about it later, as Silas pushed the door open.

The door of ICARUS Command flew open with slightly more force than Silas expected. Nonetheless, the mercenary walked in, his metallic feet clanking with each step. Already, he could see that there were a small number of people in the room. He scanned each one of them. One was an enormous figure in bright red armour who was slightly taller than the Metallic Mercenary. One was some guy in a tuxedo and had a katana behind his back. Another was a guy who wore a jacket, jeans, and a bulletproof mask that resembled... His own face? These people were weird. The last one was wearing a cross between a lab coat and a sharp black suit, obviously a scientist. God, how he hated scientists. Now, Silas could see that all the eyes in the room were on him.