Silverwind had mounted up in his GEAR in no short order, with Python following suit. The maintenance crews had fussed and bustled - as was their way, and a necessity - and checked over and confabbed with the pilots on the attachment of the GFDS packs and external carriage pods for the remaining ground-teams' gear and supplies. Banter and small-talk were exchanged liberally on all sides, and the wily old fox grinned as he saw the good-natured back and forth. 
As the recon team moved out, the techs secured the last of the pilots and GEARs, and Silverwind punched in the activation codes for his machine, and it came to life with the familiar pleasant rumbling whine. The Machine gently shivered as power flowed into its' artificial muscles and taking a grip on the controls Silverwind couldn't help but grin as he pressed booted paws on the pedals and the machine rose, shedding umbilical cables. The glowing light of holographic displays surrounded him as he gave a casual touch of the brow with the machines' hand to the onlooking tech crew as a goodbye, and stepped out into the middle of the hangar, beckoning the others to follow and moving into line with Max. 
With a combination of glances, gestures and fingertip controls on the GEARs' sticks, he opened a personal channel to Max, the lion's face appearing on a small hovering holographic window. 
"Never gets old, strappin' on several tonnes of armour and robotics an' goin' fer a walk," he said with a grin as he saw that Max, too, had the look of someone who was enjoying what he did as they marched out of the hangar and onto the apron outside. 
"Good to see the kids gettin' along," he said with a chuckled and one eyebrow raising, jerking his head back toward the hangar and the good-natured interactions between viper and python teams. 
His attention was diverted as [url=https://ps2media.ign.com/media/news2/image/dropshipaper/enemy1_800.jpg]the Stealth Transport[/url] came into view, waiting on the tarmac ahead. It's appearance with the dark shadows under its' broad wings and the cluster of support vehicles beneath almost looked like some enormous bird of prey, sheltering its' brood from the bright sun overhead.
"Well, there's our ride," he murmured with some admiration. "Looks like it's up ta the job, that's for sure..."
Under direction from a baton-waving ground crewman, he walked the GEAR aboard, and to a tie-down point. He set the machine into a one-kneed crouch, and shut it down, the moment feeling all-too-soon for his liking, before he made his way out, sitting on the back of the GEAR as it was strapped into position for the drop.