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Roland, in Gregory’s presence, naturally stiffens up and straightens his posture. Not only did the way Gregory carried himself to be very strong but also intimidating. He only heard tales of the Captain but as far as he could tell, they did not do the real deal justice. Eyeing his sword and his arm and his eye. Honestly, for a moment, it became difficult to find a place to focus on. 

[color=92278f][b]“Yes sir!”[/b][/color] Roland responds properly, [color=92278f]“We definitely have what you need to make that happen. As for the package, honestly,”[/color] He trails off into a whisper, getting a bit closer to the Captain. [color=92278f][i]“If it were up to me, we’d fly it over but we don't have that type of aircraft here.”[/i][/color] He backs away, placing his hand on his hip, just above where his cybernetic wrench is hooked to. [color=92278f]“Most of them, honestly, are either too small for the load or waaay too big.”[/color] He starts speaking with his hands as he turns to pick up his large bag. 

If you didn't know any better, you would think Roland is going on a camping trip but every pocket, sleeve and compartment in that bag held a special piece of tech. After engaging with the Captain, he turns his attention to the one introduced as Kevin. 

He gives a smile to him before speaking, [color=92278f]"Nice to meet you, Kevin. You must be on the new side. You got the look of a Mech head, like me but you’re with Alpha so you gotta be a pilot. That’s a hell of a talent, i’m envious~”[/color] Roland spoke a lot more causally with Kevin and people would notice right away. [color=92278f]“I’m sure the VIP”[/color] He emphasizes VIP as he speaks [color=92278f]“wouldn’t mind a chat or two."[/color] He quickly recomposes himself since he’s in the presence of a senior officer. 

He turns to John and nods to him. [color=92278f]“Right, that shouldn’t be a-"[/color]

Midway through his sentence, an older man with round glasses standing tall, proper and a large pack on his back, similar to Roland’s, exits the point taking in the situation. He spots Alpha team and Roland, not able to hold back a sigh. [color=f7941d]“Roland, my boy, you simply speak too much to my liking.”[/color]

Unconsciously, he gulps, [color=92278f]“Sorry, Professor”[/color] 

[color=f7941d]“That’s quite alright! Go get the cart, we’re on a tight schedule!”[/color]

The man before them is Professor Valkinai. If his picture was not in the mission details, you would not be able tell that he was all that important. A seemingly normally look senior that appears far younger than his age to the untrained eye. However, his hand were rough and coarse. Scars along the fingers and backs of his hand as he held onto the straps of his pack. The professor was, clearly, a working man who did not sit on his laurels. 

He sizes up Gregory and can’t contain a smile. [color=f7941d]“That’s impressive work! You must be Captain Gregory Fietmaal. I feel a lot safer with you around.”[/color] He extends his hand out to him, proudly. 

As this happens, Roland returns from the point pushing a large cart, completely covered in plate like armor, toward a van that sat nearby. From the grunts and sounds of struggle whatever is in there is heavy. The van appears normal, as explained, but inside is something altogether different. You would have to get closer to see but even from the distant, you could see signs of higher levels of technology. 

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