Violin had taken his time with changing his clothes, making sure his cloaked and hidden face was properly concealed, his weighted training gear was settled onto his body comfortably and most importantly that his medical equipment was all perfectly arranged and stored away in a portable kit. The cloak would have to do for the Namekian combat medic, rather than his usual visor-and-helmet arrangement, at least when it came to hiding the uncanny resemblance he bore towards his violent lunatic of a 'father', Lord Slug. In fact his desire to distance himself from that fact likely meant that only a few senior-most members of the ISF and those initially in charge of handling his case had ever seen Violin's uncovered face. Though his skill as a doctor and a healer meant that many of the ISF's members would potentially be familiar with his presence, and he may have even saved a life or two among the gathered squadrons whether on an operating table or in the field.

Regardless, his shared past with one interplanetary dictator and his desire to preserve lives were what had brought him here today, to this unusual undercover assignment. The likes of the PTO and the tyrannical Arcosians they partnered with had to be stopped, and if he could keep just a few more good cops alive in the process by going along with them then that was what he would do. It was as simple as that. Besides, he knew the sort of crowds they would likely be running into, had commanded similar thugs and terroristic soldiers in the past. He didn't exactly love the idea of going back to that life, but he could probably manage it better than some of his future-squadmates.

So the Namekian joined the others and the Commander, waiting. Things would begin soon enough, and before they did Violin wanted to savor this short moment of peace.