[center]
[h2][color=a36209]CFA-Section 19[/color][/h2][h2][color=steelblue]Alvirstein Division:[/color][/h2][h2][color=f7941d]'Paladin'[/color][/h2]
[hr]
[b][color=steelblue]Current Deployment:[/color][/b] Jupiter's Moon, Callisto
[b][color=steelblue]Current Time:[/color][/b] 14:29 Post Meridian, Earth Standard Time, 2207.
[b][color=steelblue]Current Assignment:[/color][/b] [i]Recommendation.[/i]
[/center]
[hr]
[center]
Ryland furrowed his brows as Aela pined for his attention in a lewd manner, a vein in his forehead becoming slightly apparent as he bottles his emotions with some tact, looking away with a rising reddening on the tips of his ears he would return to the current task at hand. Taking a proper sitting posture whilst facing his terminal connected to the overview, he would tap his armored gloves against the keys atop the console, segregating the overview to have both a view of the will, and the planet of Mars, in particular the Capitol's Star-port being highlighted, as well as a Martian rim-space transponder buoy.

"[color=f7941d]My recommendation for now is to send the Carrion under the shadow of this particular transponder buoy, and sew dissent into dormant terrorist cells, and factions in the Martian Capitol, particularly contacting them and making some brave promises in return for action, to at least distract the Grey's security divisions from the Royal Gravesite to more important sectors of the Palace, allowing us ample time to infiltrate the site.[/color]"

Astorix sighed, weighing the options of proxy wars. Zooming the focus on the planet of Mars onto the marker known as the space-port

"[color=f7941d]If such an option is not possible, I recommend groundwork once landed at the Capitol's main space-port, and attempting pure infiltration tactics and subversion.[/color]"

Nodding, he would await the crew's opinions on his recommendations, paying close attention to ignoring Aela on the chance she would attempt to break his bearing of seriousness, smirking as such attempts slightly fail as he would scan the crew-mates with his eyes, looking over at Nikki, he would state;

"[color=f7941d]Nikki, the coordinates are set through my console if you want to get a head-start.[/color]"

Before returning to expecting some input from the crew he had been assigned to.
[/center]