Burkley nodded, mostly to himself, and privately radioed back. "Roger that." He looked around the airship, studying the recruits. Ezri, especially. She seemed too peppy to be going into a war like this. In fact, Burkley frowned. This brightness would be diminished as with many other rookies that had lost their lives in a battle. Of course, that was why he was here in the little lady with the rookies.

To stop them from completely fucking up and dying on their first mission. "Alright, rookies. Some of you have been in wars already before and some of you haven't. Doesn't matter. What we're going up against is something you won't have ever faced before. Hopefully we only get a few Ghouls, but if a manticore or a Djinn gets to you...You're good as dead. That's why I'm here. To make sure you don't screw this up completely."

He stopped looking at the rookies and stared intently at the drop ship exit, waiting for the ship to land...