The General looked Thaddeus over for a minute as if sizing him up."you're Gaunt hm? They say you get soldiers killed under your command." He raises his hand to the entrance to the tent. "Walk with me will you?"

The General crossed his arms behind his back as he lead on. "I hear whispers about you gaunt. People are afraid to be put in your squad. They say your leadership gets people killed. I was the one who contacted the Admiral and requested you be brought out here. See, I have a different theory. I believe that you haven't had the chance to work with the right squad. The people you have lead weren't cut out for your brute force tactics. They all wanted to hide in cover and were afraid of getting shot at. That's my theory at least." 

He stopped outside a mech transport ship, one unloading Thaddeus' machine. "We got some new machines, experimental. Quick, strong, agile, everything they need to be. We got some damn good pilots in them too, and I think that pair should be just what you need. Cutting edge hardware and top of the line pilots. You may be used to getting stuck with rookies, and I think that's the problem. We'll see how you do with a real squad."

He cleared his throat as Thaddeus's machine was set on the ground, and behind it a very strange machine was being pulled out. "Here's the catch... These pilots are expendable. The admirals wouldn't allow me to give you the best we have, so they gave you these guys. Don't get me wrong, they're damn good at what they do... They're just, well..." 

He sighed as a group of three pilots walked out, their uniforms giving away their ranks of nothing more than grunts. "The higher ups absolutely will not allow them to move up in the ranks. They're too bold, and take too many risks." He grinned looking over to Gaunt. "They're afraid they have three more of you on their hands. They won't be trouble for you I don't think. It's the last one you have to watch out for."

He nodded to the transport as a woman walked out. She looked like a ghost with Snow White hair halfway down her back, pale white skin, and pale blue eyes. She couldn't be anything but a catalyst, obviously converted to the ways of God now calling herself Talon. "Maria Vestes. Freshly converted and still learning our ways but, a veteran pilot of the Catalyst."

"It's up to you Gaunt. Ride with them or ride alone, that's the only way the higher ups will have it. They are afraid of getting more men killed under you, but these four are expendable until they prove themselves.