"Staff Sergeant, priority message from the Colonel." The young RTO spoke, his commlink pack active and receiving. Elias stood nearby and took the receiver, the piece chattering with the message. He replied sternly to the Corporal holding the commlink device a reply, the code of acknowledgement, obscure and indecipherable: "Kilo, Beta, Two, Four, One." And the Corporal tuned the commlink, the reply let fly, and then the frequency randomized seconds later.

Elias placed the receiver back on the commlink pack, and rose from a knee, calling his team leaders around, along with the Sergeant, his second. "New orders. We got one times friendly vessel downed in-sector. Immediate instruction comes direct from the Colonel. We find it, confirm its presence, and report back. Tac.." He looked up to the Corporal leading Alpha team, Tacema Rane, an old friend, a Duros who'd turned down offer after offer for promotion. "Tac, you and your team will be coming with me. Bravo team will remain along with the E-Web crew under the command of the Sergeant. I'll be taking my RTO along as well. This is effective immediately. I want Bravo to tighten the perimeter and continue the current objective, and Alpha'll load up on the Ark. We've got boys from the base bringing a transport for Bravo when the deal is complete."

The gathered individuals nodded in agreement and split their separate ways, and Elias conveyed his orders to the rest of the command team, and boarded the Ark promptly, seating himself and informing the pilots.