Captain Foulke, the leader of the "NHC-GSAT03", but just the "NHC team" for short, was the first to answer, being the type to already formulate a basic plan while he was getting info. "I say we go for the A.I. housing. If it's pirates or some other force that want to capture the station for their own purposes, they'll probably set up killboxes for Power and Lifesupport, since that's the most logical one aside from A.I. core. If we can communicate, or just datamine, the management A.I. we'll get a good idea for all the other systems anyway, since if its' operational it'll likely have access, and if it isn't, it'll probably have semi-recent logs, at least. 'Course, sweetheart, you already said that... In any case, I'd say my team of clankers and meatbags should make way for the others and be at the forefront."

Newton, right behind (and towering over) Foulke, continued that train of thought. His synthetic voice was hard on the ears on purpose, but easily understandable. "I agree with Foulke. As per our standard, we're always armed to survive hell freezing over. It'd minimize total casualties, as our lot always gets an F-minus in 'Ease of dying'.". Foulke mildly changed the subject, "While we have the free time, actually, I hope the Dawnlight Spirit has the proper protocols in place so, if needed, my mechanical soldiers can upload their consciousnesses? In case their bodies are destroyed, of course. I'd like to minimize 'actual casualties' for everyone involved.". Afterwards, he went back on track. "In any case, yes, I say we go for the A.I. core first to make everything else easier. Alternatively, we could split the taskforces in two, but.. well, that always ends bad in my experience."

Newton gave his opinion on that, "If we do split up the gang, the secondary teams' objective should be to investigate RO 21's disappearance. I, personally, would not mind leading that taskforce."

While the two proper leaders of the NHC team present voiced their opinions on the relevant matters, their engineering specialist, Holtz, was in the doorway trying not to be too noticeable. His helmet was still on, and its' lighted-eyes were deactivated, as they usually were in his case. They worked perfectly fine when they were 'dark' and sucked up power, if minimal... he thought it was retarded that was even possible. Of course, in riot teams, anything that made them look more intimidating was useful, which he noted. As it seemed his presence wasn't going to be called on, he went outside of the briefing area and headed for hanger 03, looking short and meek, as he preferred to look.

He found his (only) buddy in the force, Stealth operative Keneth, and plopped down next to him, both sitting on a crate while watching the dumb muscle of the forces do the hard work. Keneth started their conversation, sounding bored and tired. A yawn, then, "Hey, Max, how's it goin'? What do you think it's gonna turn out to be? Space ghosts?" "Nah... demons. They tried to do teleporters, then demons." "Oh, yeah, ghosts aren't a thing, but demons totally are, huh?" "Well, yeah." "[i]Rrright[/i]. Foulke done anything weird yet?" "No. Newtons' trying to make everyone bleed out of their ears, though." "So, the usual?" "Yeah."

"Y'know, Holtz, I thought you'd dig doing stuff on a big ass proper station like this. Nearly as good as walking on a solid planet, is it not?" "Well... it still feels cramped." "True. 'course, this isn't the station, dumbass." "...oh." "You never fall for my bait 'less somethings' on your mind, what is it? Is it just weird seeing all these fuck'n aliens and shit?" "Yeah." "Well, don't sweat it. They're just aliens and shit, if they do shit, we shoot shit. Simple as that, right?" "Yeah... right."