"Ensign Ning," Oleander said to the communications and information specialist, "Please make your way to the Achilles and continue your duties there."  The Achilles was the main aircraft carrier of Project Myrmidon, and the fleet's command ship.  Ning's performance during drills had impressed Oleander enough that Oleander considered her the ideal person for the role of coordinating the Colossi and the Titan.  "Oh yes, and you haven't met him yet, but please coordinate with Mr. Metharom when you arrive."

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When Natalie arrived at the Hangar, Dr. Park was there waiting for her while a young man stood next to him.  "Officer Ning!"  Dr. Park said jovially, "I hope you're excited for your first mission. We're putting you to the test, and I'm sure you'll do wonderfully.  Give it your all, but don't push yourself too hard, Myrmidon and Colossus will provide backup so retreat if you have to.  I look forward to the data this will provide!  Oh and one more thing, this is Tirapon Metharom, he'll be your personal communications specialist.  He uses telepathy!  Isn't that something?"  During tests, orders were issued to Natalie in her Nephilim state through loudspeakers, which was less than ideal in a real combat situation whereas any implanted transceiver device might be dangerous due to her changing sizes and giant headphones seemed an outlandish idea, this was Dr. Park's solution to maintaining communications with Natalie.



Dr. McCulloch arrived at the hangar a short while later, having made a detour to grab herself an oversized mug of coffee.  She sipped quietly as she watched Walker Rex and Frog being prepared for mounting onto "The Platform": a formation involving four Myrmidon Destroyers and the two Colossi allowing the Colossi to be transported without using their own power.  She saw Ensign Griffon aiding with the preparation.  He had been a brilliant member of the engineering team and had worked closely with her research and development team to bring the Frog plan to fruition.  It turned out that he was also a great pilot for the Frog, knowing the ins-and-outs of a machine he had helped manufacture.  Dr. McCulloch approached him, taking another long sip, "...Conwood here yet?"