The feed showed the island in its entirety. One thousand, two hundred and sixty seven square miles of dense jungle and rocky crags amid the Cylonieka ocean, about one hour hard flight with sublight engines to the west. From the look of the highlander, it seemed like they had already fixed up much of it. Neil had been surprised when he had infiltrated in there this morning, but much of the outer damage and the power couplings had been repaired. They could potentially fly out tomorrow, if the hanger mechanics and Neil still worked on it. 

"So no pressure," Neil said at the Admiral's foreboding words on his use as a man, diffusing the sudden grimness of the situation. Indra couldn't help but smile and Taya gave a lopsided one as well, familiar with Neil's way but ever amused by it. "What's one more dangerous situation among inlaws?" The Pilot patted Gredorius on the back briskly, as if they'd known one another for years. "Right pops?" 

"Don't call me that." 

"Got it." He replied, giving him the finger guns. To the casual viewer or the normal friend, people would believe he's just being himself. Stretching the limit of what was acceptable and being charming as he did it. But past that, he was actually taken off guard and trying to hide it. Not by the mission. He had been telling the truth. Dangerous situations was something he wasn't too afraid of anymore. It was Junebug. The way she looked at him confirmed that it wasn't simply a one night stand, which of course was what he wanted. But while he danced like a monkey for Indra's family, his captain gave him these looks which was torturous. Even now, she had a way of seeing into his head. While he joked he saw a smile curve on her lips as her eyes bore into his, and somehow he felt like [i]he[/i] was the one staring. 

"Neil?" Taya asked with concern, and the Pilot snapped out of it blinking. He looked around at the others and they were all watching him curiously. Except Gredorious and Gabriella who were whispering among themselves, likely over another matter.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I was joking. I was asking if you were planning on spending the night in the Highlander again." She echoed, and rewinding it he did recall her asking that in the back of his head. Now it wasn't a joke, something awkward since he'd been zoned out earlier. Neil chuckled. "Hey, you know me. I eat, sleep, and sweat starship oil. Anyway, sir? Er... Gredorious?" He tapped the man on the shoulder, and he turned back, mustache edged like a blade and eyes just as sharp. 

"What are we dealing with here. Can we get some more details?" He inquired. 

Clearing his throat, the officer gave a small nod as if to acquiesce to being interrupted this time, as it was pertinent information. "Javier Pradec was an intelligence officer. He had the codes to some of our armament stations and when he defected, a number of small arms and two notable missile platforms went missing. You can expect them to be armed with such devices." 

"Plasma weaponry?" Neil asked, and Junebug crossed her arms in agreement at the apprehension in his voice. Gredorious looked between the two. "About two dozen plasma based pistols, but much of it was slug and lasrifle equipment. Though he could have acquired other weaponry through different means. As you might surmise, those who buy and sell on the galactic blackmarket are not subject to the tariffs we are." 

"How many hostiles?" The Captain asked, placing both hands on the display. 

"Unknown. Three dozen men followed him from here, so I would estimate fifty or more. Now is that all?" 
[@Penny]