[quote=@kingkonrad] [/quote] Silverwind made a show of raising an eyebrow and feigning ignorance at Max's comment regarding his conversation with his tech. "No idea what yer talkin' about," he said with amusement, folding his arms. He followed the lion's look to his GEAR and nodded slowly. "They're supposed to be the best," he replied. "Best that we can get, anyways. An' y'all have piloted one before, so if ya have any tips fer the rest of us, then feel free ta spill. As fer a paint job," he mused, rubbing the bottom of his muzzle with the back of his cybernetic hand. "...I'll let ya know. Let's see how this mission goes first, eh?" He turned to look over the rest of the bay; the remainder of the units' pilots were animatedly engaged with their own technicians, their GEARs underway in being loaded out for the upcoming mission. He hoped there'd be time for tweaks once they rendezvoused with the flotilla and received their final briefing; and indeed, given the assault itself was amphibious in nature, he expected there'd be some need to minor tweaks given the GEARs having to be moved from ship to shore through one method or another, but that was yet to be revealed. Almost on cue, his pebble chirped a signal, and he excused himself from Max and slid the device onto his left forearm. It interfaced with the electronics in the cybernetic limb, customised by a friend and an investment of several bottles of aged Lantrean Whiskey, and a holographic screen sprang into life in the air above his arm. The ships's XO appeared in the screen. "Captain. We'll be making our rendezvous with the remaining ships in twenty minutes. A helo from the amphibious assault ship will be landing on the fantail in five, they'll be taking your unit aboard for final briefings. We'll catch up to you at the ship". "Understood, sir. Thanks for the heads up. I'll have my people ready to leave". Silverwind turned back to Max with a nod as he shut the screen down. "Looks like it's about ta get interestin'. Time to round up the kids, we're goin' on a flight". The fox raised his voice and yelled above the hubbub of the hangar bay. "HUNTERS, FRONT AN' CENTER! WE GOT A FLIGHT INCOMIN'!"