[center][color=2e3192][h1]Prime[/h1][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/wnYn4GT.jpg[/img]

[color=2e3192]Stalking from the shadows.[/color][/center]
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The shadows cloaked a small group of figures seated in a rough circle. The lead figure glanced up at the massive ship in the sky, thinking of the mission to come. Before he could get too engrossed in his thoughts however, a muffled voice sounded in his mind. It came out as though through an old radio.

[b]*Kchhk*[/b][color=007236]"Overwatch to Operative Prime. Standby for orders. Break. Provide mission support in disabling the target.
 Break. Over."[/color][b]*Kchhk*[/b]

Prime sighed.

[color=2e3192][i]Roger. Prime SP time now. Out.[/i][/color]

How annoying. He knew that Novum was a military god, but did he have to communicate in such an annoying way ever time? Would it really be so hard to just speak directly to him without the fake radio shenanigans? Honestly, even if he insisted on communicated through "comms" chatter, did he have to pretend like he was on a device from decades ago. Ugh.

Well, regardless. After Prime finished receiving his mission directive, he took to his feet. The other figures did the same. Once they were revealed from the shadows, it was clear that they were all the same. In appearance, posture and mannerism. Like trained soldiers, they gathered in one position just beneath the great pirate ship in the sky. It was time to move. 

Without a word, the power of magic flowed through the lead operative and a concentrated area around the squad was exempted from the forces of gravity. In unison, they all bent their knees and jumped. at a rapid pace, they ascended to the side of the ship. Once they reached the edge, they grabbed on and gravity reasserted itself on the immediate area. Silent as could be, they climbed aboard and regrouped. 

They communicated in succinct hand signals and split. They each knew what their mission was. Reconnaissance of the area, and supporting fire in the case of enemy contact. There were 5 members of the squad save for the. . . . err. . . "Prime" Prime. . . .

Anyway, the lead operative took his position for the mission. Tailing after the girl who was ascending to the ship herself. She of course had come up in a very different way than he had. Not that there was anything wrong with how she did it, to him it just seemed a tad bit inefficient. Regardless, his mission was to tail her and provide mission support. Honestly, he didn't even know if higher had told her that he was going to be providing help, so he felt it best to remain in the shadows for the moment and just make himself useful when needed. As long as she completed what was needed to be done, then his mission would be considered to be accomplished as well.

While he watched her make her way to the mission start point, Prime couldn't help but let his mind wander a bit. What had really brought him to this situation. It really makes one think after all. He had nothing against the owner of this ship, nor did he owe anything to the people that were trying to antagonize the owner. The only reason he was here, was that it was his orders. Orders that he couldn't afford to disobey. At times, it was annoying, but when the mission came, it was always the same. His mind would blank out, and the effects that his actions would have on the people involved were wiped from his brain. It didn't matter what happened. It wasn't his place to consider the consequences of his own actions. He was just a tool to be used. That was what he had sold his life for, after all.

Before he could delve too deep into the unnecessary annoyances that were his own psyche however, a small chirp from an even smaller blue bird drew him from his stupor. He gave the tiny figure a smile and a nod. It was letting him know that the asset had finally reached the main body of the ship. Prime took a deep breath and wiped anything extra from his brain. It was time to get to work.

[color=2e3192][i]Mission Start.[/i][/color]