[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Port Algec[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=f26522]Briefing > Launch Pad & Command Tower[/color]
[color=#C0C0C0]George Eltz[/color], [color=a187be]Tyr Fin[/color], Launch Personnel > Dr. Charles Edwards[/h3][/center]
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After letting his response rest for the men, there was light murmurs filling the room, ranging from concerns of Tyr's experience for command to the concern of a swift colony counter attack.  Tyr looked to the remote in his hand and cutting out the display of the scene over to an image of the Empire's emblem. [color=a187be]"You've all trained and fought for the empire, those who are new here will learn the dangers of space, while the rest of you remember the capability of the colonies in a drawn out fight. We will continue to lose if you let this be a war of attrition, while every mobile suit and vessel we bring back with us bolsters our side. There will be a time for us to charge straight on through the debris belt and consider retreat a last resort, not the next step. You have all been selected by the general not just for your skills but your capabilities, I will expect for none of you to let him down and step inside of that rocket today. Dismissed."[/color] He turned and most of the gathered personnel stood up and began to leave the room to the changing rooms for their pilot and EVA suits.

Tyr approached the general immediately, whose gaze was focused on the door as a couple of men in security gear were leaving the room. [color=a187be]"Of course there is no great first briefing. It would have helped if I knew more about the status of our supplies."[/color] The centurion let out with a sigh, following the general's gaze with curiosity before the man spoke and gathered his attention. [color=#C0C0C0]"There is no such thing as a great briefing, you're bringing these soldiers to battle expecting not all of them will return. It's best you remember and accept this when facing them all head on, before it is too late. Your own father wasn't very skilled at this either."[/color] At the mention of Tyr's father, the centurion tilted his head down in contemplation, thinking back on his current position compared to his father. He was sure his father would be proud of him.

[color=#C0C0C0]"I will be in the command tower, you had best join your comrades."[/color] The general's voice broke Tyr from his reminisce, looking up into the blue eyes of his superior. [color=a187be]"Of course sir. I will see you again for the debriefing."[/color] Tyr gave his salute to the general, who turned and walked down from the slightly elevated stage and along the path towards the command tower. Joining him were several attendees of the briefing, operators and mission coordinators following suit to man the bays of terminals to relay all information for each of the five shuttles. In the briefing room the soldiers of Team Delta stood up, with Deryk Orgs patting his chest with a big breath. [b]"Let's get moving kiddos. I want to grab a good seat on the trucks before the rest."[/b] The older soldier patted his hand against Roose and Everin, leading them forward out of the room while giving a kindly smiled nod to the woman. [b]"If you will excuse us young miss, we have a rocket to catch."[/b] It wasn't long before Tyr followed suite out to the trucks, five, one for each rocket with the team's name plastered on the side in graffiti.

As the soldiers switched into their suits, they began loading themselves onto the trucks with those lucky enough taking the padded seats while the rest sat in the open flooring of the truck bed as it filled up. Tyr had grabbed ahold of the side of the truck among others, near Deryk who gave him another humble smile which was reciprocated. When a truck collected its fill its engine was revved before the machine moved along the long path out to the towering metal containers. The trucks passed by a convoy occupied by a series of much larger, purely flatbed vehicles holding up the various mobile suits from the hangars. Carefully moved along since the beginning of the base announcement, the mobile weapons would be brought to each rocket and loaded by a crane attached to the launch tower. Tyr looked up as the long chassis of his own mobile armor came into view, the metal of its railgun gleaming as they passed it. Some of the soldiers hollered as they saw their own, or an ally's mobile weapon. A tradition since the very first mission, although it didn't prevent the occasional small brawl over some machines. Still, Tyr looked forward as the road stretched out to the five structures.

In the command tower, the personnel sat down swiftly and began their tasks, filling the room with chatter between the tower here and the crews at the launch pad. The general stood at the top ledge looking over the personnel. From behind he heard the sound of a cane against metal. Only one threat could create that sound, which made the hairs on the general's neck stand tall as a voice creeped out to him, like death itself lending its voice. At least to the general. [b]"There you are young Eltzman. I was surprised when you had the young northerner give the briefing today, you haven't reached my age yet."[/b] The general turned to see the elderly man appearing from the doorway along with another, much younger collogue with white hair. [b]"I hope you won't mind I invited miss Yashia to join me up here, I could need help getting down from here once all is said and done."[/b] The sarcastically older man gave a youthful smile as he held onto his cane. Of course he was still able to navigate but it was clear his age was beginning to affect his physique. [color=#C0C0C0]"Of course doctor. I'm sure she would like to be aware of any immediate cases for our soldiers."[/color] His eyes turned to the woman and looked over over.

At the launch pad, the trucks separated along the circle of towers and disgorging their passengers. Tyr looked over to his fellow pilots, two he recognized as Everin and Otter with  Gabriel Seth. Along with them were 8 support personnel who were tasked with piloting the rockets and maintaining them in missions, along with cargo manipulation. Each rocket had a pair of small mobile workers used for loading any recovered salvage into the empty compartment of the vessel, allowing for up to 8 mobile suits to return in total along with smaller salvage, if they were lucky. Tyr stepped into the elevator of the tower as the rest did, bracing as it rocked its way upwards. He fumbled with the older helmet in his hand out of boredom like others did.