To Silverwind's comment Max nodded, agreeing fully on what he had to say. The lion had to admit, her had a way with words that certainly came with his experience and time fighting, the spinning knife in his composite-metal hand suggesting it enough. There was a certain flair, a certain slyness that came along with professional, hardened experience that Silverwind had, no doubt being part of the reason Max was even here in the first place. 

They clearly had meshing personalities, or else he'd have never ended up here. Whilst Max was a man of reason, he knew that even in Solernia there was always those who hired based on personalities close to their own. The lion was perhaps an echo of Silverwind, a tangent of his own in the past, or perhaps a part of it that he wanted reinforced. There weren't many like Max, after all. Rogues were far less common these days, the lion thought. It took a good one to remind everyone how fun, and difficult they were. Luckily for Max, just how he managed Anna he felt Silverwind "got" his wavelength, understood his play. And that for him was reassuring, to say the least. Taking his own M23 up, the lion pulled the charging handle and inspected the bolt, whistling as he looked back across to the rest of the crew.

"Aye, Colonel. We'll get ourselves finished up here. Logan, gals, get yourselves sorted ten minutes and over to the Lion Rampant. Good to meet you all, Python. " The lion commented, aware Silverwind had said all there was to say, and the team had geled in a little more now, getting to know each other a bit from there. He had finished up his bits and pieces in here- taking with him his M23 ISS, M8A, combat webbing and grenades loadout, as well as his trusty K8 knife and combat ancillaries. Rope, basic toolkits, and so on- a general-purpose walkabout assault pack that GEAR or not was always in his arsenal.

With a gentle scoot Viper had picked up equipment, Corvids and all their various bits of kit, the look of the team mean in the next few minutes. Whilst not equipped like most heavier infantry units, Viper seemed to have a very reductive, mobile-focussed attitude. In their equipment they had special-forces grade helmets and optics, with lightweight armour that provided key protection whilst allowing for movement. In the team's various units their specialisations could be seen as well. Maxine had taken her standard medical kit, a much more comprehensive battlefield surgery and advanced first aid kit, whilst Logan had calibrated his PLU device and coupled his explosives to a remote detonator. Anna on the other hand had loaded up with a grenadier's load-bearing vest on top of her modular armour, taking magazines of 40mm over the heavier drums. It made fire less consistent or reliable, but weight was key for this team- so anything for the MGL's weight would be needed. Coupled to the Corvid packs that they were slowly equipping themselves with and putting on loosely, Viper were practically complete- well, all bar their lion.

Meanwhile, Max had headed back towards the GEARS hangar and already tooled himself. Taking a breath, he punched in his key-code and opened up the Lion Rampant's entry port, chuckling almost at the bit. It had been too long. What, barely a week? Well....it always came back to him fast. Clambering inside, he could only smirk as he secured himself into place, the hydrogen-based power supply kicking in and whirring everything up to life. Keeping the door open, he could see the rest of the team coming over through the optics, bringing over their heavier weaponry. Max was already carrying a fairly substantial supply of ammunition for the team on his GEAR, as the team begun loading it into the other webbing pouch that the Lion Rampant was carrying. They loaded up their heavier munitions, including Anna's MGL and Hopper's AT launcher.

"Don't lose any of it, Max!" Maxine commented, the rabbit placing her launcher inside a case that went into the webbing, Max chuckling in return as he poked his head out. Once the team was finished, Max metaphorically and quite literally stood at the helm of the group.
"You better have gotten insurance with your hold baggage then!" He jested, as he turned the GEAR on its axis and led the way, gently getting moving and catching sight of the rest of Python and Silverwind getting themselves finished up. The Lion Rampant whirred gently, almost politely after it's latest service and the corvid-wearing reconaissance team led in front, ready to fight.