Taroga stood in front of the Commander with his arms crossed. He listened to him speak, but barely took any of it in. He didn't care that this was basically a suicide mission. Saiyans were basically the masters of those. They tended to take the most dangerous missions just so that they could get stronger. This was partly his intention, but he was mainly trying to do the most that he could to take down Frieza. He wanted to yell in rage every time that he thought of the tyrant. Fortunately he had some self restraint. When it was time to get ready he left with the others to get the other equipment. He didn't wear his ISF Uniform and instead wore his gi-like outfit. He didn't need his scouter so he put it and his identification badge in the designated bins. He figured that a smuggler or bounty hunter could wear the same outfit as him.

He finally tucked in his tail and picked up one of the small range communicators before heading out of the room and back to Commander. He seemed to be the second one to leave after Tsubaki. He didn't have any questions that wouldn't be answered later and hoped that no one else would. He did wonder which squad he'd be on and what jobs each squad would be doing, but he still didn't need to ask that.

When he finally approached them he lightly stretched his arms out and said, [color=ed1c24]"I'm ready."[/color] The expression on his face was void of any emotion, but inside he was tingling with excitement. This was it. He may not be going to fight Frieza at this moment, but this was a step in that direction and that was all that mattered. After so many years of waiting and training he was finally here.