The Captain brought his hand up in a sharp salute when Fareeha approached, despite their equal ranking. This was her home turf, therefor she had the upper rank. At least, that's how he saw it. Angela looked up at Fareeha, who was clad in her blue armor, ready to go. She clasped her hands in front of her.

"I'll be alright, Fareeha. Don't worry." She assured, before allowing the two soldiers to talk. Kalte, the Captain of the Swiss forces, dropped his salute though he didn't relax in the slightest. This man was stiff as a board through and through.

"Glad to be here to assist, Captain Amari. We were attacked over Greece, but the only casualties were from the crash. Four killed. The injured were healed by the doctor and are back on their feet and ready to deploy. We're all under Doctor Ziegler's command, so it is her choice as to what we do." He reported, looking beside him to the tired Swiss woman, who spoke again.

"My orders are for you to follow Captain Amari's lead. I'm no soldier, I couldn't command a squad, let alone a whole two companies."

Kalte nodded his head. "Very well. Captain," He turned his green eyes to Fareeha's. "A small rundown of the strengths and capabilities of my forces so you know how to command us; we're infantry, capable of carrying out hard assaults and pulling quick defensive tactics. There are three medics in each company, one for each platoon. Our primary strength is fighting on the ground. Most of us are combat veterans who know the omnics well. The few that are fresh came out of training with top scores, and are just as capable as the rest. My second in command since the death of the other Captain is Lieutenant Messer. If I am killed, he will take my place. I myself am former Spec Ops. I can carry out solo objectives if the need arises. Know that these soldiers are loyal to whomever is said is their leader. I will tell them that you are in charge, and that they are to follow your orders above mine. Each one of us is prepared to risk our lives for your country. All in all, we're ready when you are. Just say the word and we'll move out."

Angela didn't know why she felt so surprised by the professionalism in her countryman's voice. He was as soldierly as they came, and looked almost twice the age of Fareeha. He'd likely refused promotions in order to stay on the battlefield instead of running a desk. He left nothing more to be wanted. Kalte was a very capable leader, and an excellent soldier. Angela felt a sense of pride swelling up in her. This was her country's best.