Fionn was finishing his cursory check of the GEAR, not being knowledgeable enough to give an in depth inspection considering his role is more about taking things apart than putting them together, when he got the call. The briefing gave a few more details than what was divulged earlier. The enemy seems to have a cheaper composition than what the 33rd has, which generally means they are likely to be more numerous. They have had the opportunity to fortify the island and dig in, expecting an assault at some point. On the other hand, visibility will be low and deployment should be smooth offering the advantage of a surprise assault. Assuming the sneak attack succeeds, that should buy them a decent amount of time where the enemy would be thrown in chaos and negating, at least for a while, the advantage they have playing defense. Then it will be up to him and the 33rd to capitalize on that, using every second they have to pacify any threat before they can reorganize.

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Fionn moved with a calm demeanor on the outside, though was feeling anxious on the inside. He questioned whether the intelligence was correct or if they missed something. He questioned how effective the cruise missiles would be, if the targets were more fortified or in a different place than thought. He questioned his own ability and if he would succeed. Seeds of doubt were sown in his mind, and it bothered him. It was not till he boarded his GEAR, feeling alone, that he turned to a habit he formed. A sort of ritual to extinguish his pre-combat jitters. Taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind, he silently recited a prayer, directed at no one in particular while weaving a few intricate knot patterns in his fur. The complexity of the pattern only lets him do a few on the transport, but a few is all he needs. The knot, consisting of four interwoven corners is supposed to be a ward or protection against harm, and while he is not entirely convinced on the validity of that, it is a familiar comfort to sooth his nerves. There also is the fact that he is still indeed alive which is a point in favor. Overcoming the feeling, he turned his thought to the coming trial.

Nearing the drop, he got his orders from Silverwind. Neutralize hard targets and vehicles that remain standing following the missile strike, likely around the hanger. The number of explosives between him and Sobero should be more than enough to deal with whatever survives. As for any soft targets, a couple burst from 20mm should riddle a few new orifices in them while Sobero can pick of any targets sticking their heads out of cover after being suppressed.

Following the others, he had a few moments in the air before his GEAR touched down. The heavy mech more falling with a thud than with grace as the other, lighter ones. After taking a moment to inspect his spare 20mm drum, not wanting any mud or dirt jamming the feed, he scanned the map quickly once more to figure out a few routes to take to the strip. The flat terrain will make cover outside of the forest rare, the trees offering the best way to hide movement. 

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“Sobero, we have limited time before the enemy recovers. I suggest we go through the forest; we can rush through some cover to the hanger before we are forced into the open and take advantage of the chaos they'll be in. From there we can decide how to make the approach depending on what is still standing. If you're ready, let's get a move on, unless you have a better path.”