Schal was finish cleaning his revolver when he got the word to suit up and report to the briefing room. He immediately got him self suited up and headed to the briefing room with his mask hanging on his belt. Schal hummed an old Irodien folk song as walked tapping a beat on his revolver holster as he went. He notice his reflection in one of the ships windows making a mental note to trim his beard. The sanfures soon made his way to the doors of the briefing room stopping briefly to make sure his uniform was in order before stepping in "reporting in sir," he said with a quick salute before sitting at his usual spot.