[center][h2][color=ff8533]Isaac LaBelle[/color][/h2][/center]
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Isaac moved through the corridors of the base with a slight haste, his pace suggesting he had somewhere to be but that he wasn't exactly running late. His face was blank and disinterested, which he tried to harden into a facade of steeled determination should anyone he passed try to get a good look at him. Better safe than sorry, even with minor personnel that he may never interact with again. His demeanor immediately livened up, as if on cue, when he filed into the Operations Room at the tail end of the group; his eyes flittering about as he took note of the other members of the battalion. Nevertheless, he still kept quiet, for the most part, dipping politely into a seat as he waited for the commanding officer to elaborate on why they were summoned. The officer - Narra, right? - didn't look too cheerful, and the hologram behind him seemed to confirm it - Red Star was on the move.

He listened attentively as Commander Narra briefed them on the situation, wavering only to glance back at the absolute behemoth of a man that walked in late. Isaac had expected a disadvantage; Haven being ragtag and disorganized seemed to be their speciality, but he wasn't prepared to hold off an entire fleet without adequate reinforcements. Their own armada looked positively puny by comparison to Red Star, but Narra seemed to be suggesting that they had an advantage in NC numbers. A good enough advantage as any. 

Isaac actively leaned forward in his seat when the commander moved on to enemy personnel, finally exhibiting more than a mere spark of genuine interest. These were his targets. Osamu was the main priority, as it stands, given his hijacking ability. That sort of power was a major asset for Red Star no matter what front they acted on, Haven or otherwise. Plus, he definitely fell in the range of "too dangerous to be kept alive"; Isaac would have a viable excuse for taking him out if questioned. The other two were obvious targets for elimination in their own right, but the recommendation of capturing over killing left Algernon at a bit of a disadvantage. 

But then, he was caught off guard. Was this a joke? The enemy was all but pounding on their door right now and the commander expected them to just... socialize? He furrowed his brow as he did a quick scan of the room. No one saw a problem with this? The biggest concern raised so far had been the lack of [i]tea[/i]. Promoting unit cohesion was one thing, but this was a bit out of place. He had to say [i]something[/i], but what? Any grievances he raised would draw unwanted attention from the others, and he couldn't risk that so soon. 

[color=ff8533]"Um, sorry, but I don't think heading to a bar is very conductive to the mission,"[/color] Isaac peeped up, keeping his voice shy and unoffensive, [color=ff8533]"You can't exactly perform your best in combat while intoxicated."[/color] So much for staying in the background. Now that huge guy - Caz - was going to have a problem with him, but he sure as hell wasn't going to put his life on the line with a bunch of drunks that can barely pilot.