[h3][color=salmon]Brigadier[/color][/h3]
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The crimson GalSen soldier took a step forward from the shadows, SMG slung across his chest, hanging by its strap, free from his hands. His hands, however, were placed on the edge of the console, which he used a rest to lean against it, giving everyone a view of him- including the 'little people' commander. The faceless, impersonal mask glanced about, taking in everyone at the meeting, the various races of the Galactic Senate.

The synthesized, artificial, modified voice spoke, agreeing with the little people who, as he won't admit, could never pronounce or spell out the name. 

[color=lightsalmon]"Agreed. If the little ones run recon, we can get a good idea of what's going on without risking larger targets. Although, if you want to send out your entire team, you might want to split them up. We have three hallways and about a dozen maintenance hatches or ventilation vents that connect to this bay. And in addition to that, there is something intelligent inside this station somewhere. However, that intelligence might not be friendly. A couple of operatives have noted working cameras and speakers; had there been someone inside with control, they would've been able to speak to us, and warn us. If we secure the reactors and Life Support, we can make sure the environmental shields will keep the station from getting hit by asteroids, and keep oxygen from leaking. With the state of the station as-is, those of us without full-coverage spacesuits with oxygen might not be helpful for anything more than using up our supplies."

"We have a about two hundred thirty [i]individuals[/i] here. I think we can split up our team into two or three groups. I have thirty six GalSen troops, including myself; I'll leave our pilots and sixteen of the twenty four regular troops. I, myself, will be staying with the ship. My three officers will split up with. Commander Asandre, I mean no offense, but it might give you a more commanding view to ride on the shoulder of Lieutenant Sawyer."[/color]

One of the blue-suited GalSen soldiers stepped forward from where they had been standing, formerly next to their commander. He gave a stiff salute to his commanding officer, and a lighter synthesized voice came from his helmet.

"Aye, sir. Commander Asandre?"

He turned to her, waiting for confirmation or not.