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[center][h3][color=white]⚙️[/color] [color=Silver][u]Ferris Grey Solidor          [/u]                            
                         [u]           Combat Retcon[/u][/color] [color=white]⚙️[/color][/h3][/center]

[sub][@Eklispe], [@Suku], [@SevenStormStyle][/sub]

Things were suddenly moving quickly. At this point, Ferris was simply taking the sudden re-reorganization of teams in stride, giving up trying to figure it out. Although if he was being honest with himself, he was disappointed at no longer having the leadership role. But, so it goes. He was sure somebody knew what they were doing in all this. His disappointment was completely overshadowed by his excitement at being back out in the field. [i]This[/i] was what he trained for, [i]this[/i] is where he belonged, not trapped in some stuffy room playing schoolboy. 

He watched his new teammates as they stepped out of the airship. They had barely had time to exchange names (which he had promptly forgotten oh well) before being bundled out on a mission. Knowing the capabilities, if not the names, of those around him was something Ferris prided himself on, and not knowing theirs's was not only frustrating but could prove fatal. Of course he had basic info on his scroll, provided by Beacon, but there was only so much a few short paragraphs could explain. He needed to know more-- how they acted, how they thought. Were they impulsive? Cautious? Short-tempered? Did they trust easily? Were they suspicious? Analytical like him? Unsystematic? Most importantly he needed to know their skill with their auras. A powerful aura was wasted on one that didn't utilize it properly, and vis versa, a weak or limited aura could be used to great effect if properly understood.

[color=silver][i]Although, dangerous situations do tend to be good learning environments. Should one survive the lessons.[/i][/color] He thought with grim humour. For sure, he would be carefully observing his teammates.

He strode out following them with his hands clasped behind his back, then stood with the same posture, but at attention, as Mr. Doesn't-do-Well-With-Formalities gave them the details, such as they were, of the mission. They were quite simple: Seek and Destroy. The best kind. Ferris took the warning to be on the look out for Grim to heart. He reached back and drew Damocles in gun-form from it's holster under his coat, treating it with the respect it was due. Having it in his hand and ready could save precious seconds, and it's familiar weight and feel was comforting. He kept his eyes scanning the trees for any threats. Meanwhile, he tilted his head toward to the blonde who had spoken. [color=silver]"What do you mean 'hook us up?'"[/color] He asked.