In the dimly lit control room, the assembly of the Cuaciqueh sits before the great round table, engraved with the seal of the Mictlan unit. Slowly, the captain stands up, wearing the typical Ocelotl armor, crudely painted with bright red, blue and yellow bright colors, without the helmet. A Macuahuitl-model heavy assault rifle is strapped to his back, and what uncannily resembles a human skull adorns his large pauldron. As he begins to speak, towering above the assembly, the many feathers attached to his armor, along with the other decorations made of teeth and bones, sway slightly in the air. "May Huitzilopochtli smile upon you, warriors." The congregation answers ritually: "And may the Lords of the Day and of the Night be with you, tlacochalatl Achcautli." The captain speaks again, in his solemn tone. "Once again, we have been called to war. As many of you might know, we shall be the flagship of Hegemony Deep Space Task Force 148."

"Six other ships will form the fleet. We will have three destroyers: the HSV Vespera, which we shall employ to weaken the defenses of our enemies before our attack, the HSV Vulture's Claw, a stealth destroyer which we shall use for recon and quick assault actions, and the HSV Trapper, an ancient and venerable ship which will be a fine addition to our firepower. Then, two cruisers: HSV Europa and HSV Nelson. The first is still a prototype of sorts, while the second one is a powerful but lightly armored ship. Apparently, both of these have their own marine battalions, which I intend to use as auxiliary units on the field of battle. Lastly, there is a repair ship, the HSV Resource." The tlacochalatl turns to a man dressed with the Cuauhtli light armor, painted with intricate black and red geometric patterns, and wearing a necklace of human teeth. "Nezahualcoyotl" says the captain, while the Cuauhtli stands up. "You will be assigned to the Vulture's Claw. I want 50 Cuauhmeh perennially on the ship, headed by you." As the Cuauhtli bows down slightly and sits again, the captain turns to another in the assembly, wearing the bulky armor of the Ocelomeh, painted in deep blue colors, and with large multicolored feathers adorning it. "Xicohtencatl" says the captain, as the warrior stands up, the pieces of bones worn as large piercings in the earlobes becoming fully visible in the dim light. "You will oversee the deployment of the marines from other ships. Make sure they don't interfere with our operations." The man bows, before sitting again.

"The Lord of Mictlan thirsts for blood and bones, and it is our holy duty to offer our sacrifices to the gods. Once again, we have been called to war. Once again, we shall triumph. Dismissed."