Jason had been sleeping before the call came- Or, more accurately, dozing upright in a corner, leaning on the locked joint of his metal knee to stay standing. It was rare that he took his helmet off in the field- A long taught lesson from his previous C.O. And, snoozing as he was, the visor was darkened to hide his face. Of course, all of this made it all the more comical when the call to attention came through their comms. The young ODST jolted to wakefulness with a grunt, stumbling forward a few steps and shaking his head to clear the ringing from his poor, unprepared ears.

[color=fff200]"Gah..."[/color]

The word came out as a grumble, while he started working the stiffness out of his limbs- Listening idly to the conversations of the others. It wasn't his place to chime in on the 'mistake' from their rookie. He was barely any older than her- And he'd only been a helljumper himself for a year. So he left it to the more experienced members to reprimand her over eagerness. He was even about to chime in on the light ribbing from Fours when Ruben started with one of his.... Famous speeches. It took everything Jason had not to start giggling in his helmet- He even resorted to ghost boxing in the corner, something he was rather prone to doing whenever he was idle and not sleeping.

[color=0054a6]"Then we shall simply have to escort those with whom they ought to be debating to them! The protesters will not hurt one of their own, if we want this to go over smoothly, we need to find and escort Nimbian government representatives to Capital. So, I would like to open up the floor. We know there's a very severe risk to the Capital building at this very moment, one which requires urgent addressing before we go on the hunt. Does anyone have any suggestions as to how we may proceed? I am all ears."[/color]

As Ruben wrapped up, Jason ceased his antics, instead stepping closer to the group- Checking his pistols as he spoke, to make sure his magazines were full and spares were ready. And that his knives were in easy reach, of course.

[color=fff200]"There's not much we can do about a crowd like that unless we start taking pot shots from the windows. Calming them down is useless- We need to redirect their attention, is all, without sparking full force violence. You're good at giving speeches, Berne; Hop up on a podium, broadcast a message- Feed them some sob story, get them listening, sympathizing. Doesn't matter how. While you do, send Hanzer and I to grab our Nimbian. We're quick, clanky as we might be- Can get them in to have a little chat with out ambassadors before you even finish bringing the audience to tears."[/color]

He shrugged, slipping one of his pistols back into its holster on his thigh with a metallic 'shhk'.

[color=fff200]"Keeps them from throwing molotovs at the capital, and unless somebody tries to fire on us while we're walking our new friend into the front doors, it shouldn't require a lick of bloodshed. Most of them are just farmers following the mob mentality, no reason to get violent with them right now. But, as always, Berne- The call's yours."[/color]

He dipped into a flourished bow, lightly mocking the Sergeant's theatrics.... It really wouldn't be the first time. He'd bought the man peter pan tights for Christmas the previous year.

[color=fff200]"And with fours and Iron on overwatch, it should go off without a hitch. As long as the Rookie can keep up with me."[/color]