[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Port Algec[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=f26522]George Eltz's Office
George Eltz, Tyr Fin[/color][/h3][/center]
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There was a moment of silence as the new commander took in the news. [color=662d91]"Centurion? Sir, I understand your trust in me yet I don't believe I should be promoted here before my next launch. Perhaps if Centurion Ramirez were to take the lead, his position would provide our troops with more confidence rather than a team leader being promoted on that day."[/color] The man explained as he stood in front of the desk. Only the two were inside, with the General sitting down, calmly watching the soldier he brought up from the waters of the north.

[color=#C0C0C0]"Your experience speaks for itself. If I had no confidence in your abilities I would not give you this honor. You should take this promotion with a simple nod and salute."[/color] The man behind the desk spoke up as he adjusted himself, standing upright in his clean attire. A quick adjustment to bring the black coat forward on his shoulders and he folded his arms behind him, and in reaction the soldier squared himself up. [color=#C0C0C0]"This launch will happen, I will expect the best from all of my soldiers, and more out of you. If you will put your concerns aside, I'll proceed with the briefing."[/color]

The man walked around from his desk to the adjacent wall where a large screen was present. Tapping on a console next to it, the screen changed to a set of pictures with questionable clarity depicting an elongated and damaged hull, scratches and marks from a war long forgotten like those from an elderly whale. Surrounding it were smaller craft whose details were harder to view, although from the intelligence shots they looked to be relatively unharmed. [color=#C0C0C0]"This craft right here. We are unsure of its age or its user. This will be the site your team will examine for recovery."[/color]

The screen changed to wider shots, depicting moving objects through the field unnaturally. [color=#C0C0C0]"The last recorded patrol from the spacenoids has been three days ago, however this appears to be a new site to them as well. You should expect combat at any moment, prepare your teams for such."[/color] As if on emphasis, the new photos shown now are from previous encounters with the Colonists, including the very first image of a mobile suit captured in space before it mercilessly attacked an unarmed rocket.

[color=662d91]"Yes sir. I will warn my team appropriately as the situation progresses."[/color] Tyr's eyes were transfixed on the center image, the first mobile suit encounter in space in over a hundred years. The picture anyone joining the military will see. While the soldier was staring a hole into the screen the General walked over with a folder containing the papers and surveillance photos for himself and his team. [color=#C0C0C0]"No one is stepping up there for the first time, but not all of your soldiers will have enough combat experience to fight effectively compared to before. It is your job to bring them back safely."[/color]

With that the General stood straight and raised his hand flat against the center of his chest in salute. [color=#C0C0C0]"I expect your report immediately upon return Centurion."[/color] Tyr clicked his feet together and enthusiastically brought his own hand up to his chest. [color=662d91]"Sir! For the Empire!"[/color] Once the salute was dropped, Tyr turned on his feet and proceeded out to the hall, and once a fair way down he pulled his headphones from his pouch and lifted them over his ears. All the while the General watched him walking down as the doors closed. George Eltz looked to the screen out of the corner of his eyes in contemplation before turning the system off and pulling the file out for the next soldier to speak to.

Tyr glanced at the file only briefly as he travelled along the corridor, light peaking through partially repaired walls. Even after decades under their control, not even the buildings of this base could receive constant upkeep. Tyr could see the irony of these gray walls compared to the wood that covered the General's office. Looking out through a clear window, he looked down to the ground, littered with men and equipment moving about in preparation for launch. To the distance stood 5 large cylinders, pointed away from the ground in eagerness. [color=662d91]"There is only one way to go Tyr. All you have to do is not drown."[/color] The soldier reminded himself as he took a deep breath and turned his attention away, proceeding down the hall with a purpose, and walking onwards to the hangar bay.