Lucy sat there in the seat. She was quite pleased with herself, having gotten herself the ire of the MPs once again. They'd have to try harder than that to get her. What she didn't expect was for one of the Sangheili to take up a position behind her and talk of taking her to the brig. Lucy looked over at him and gave him her best smile. She'd trained long and hard to be able to stand up to the highest Covenant enemies. She would love to surprise him with what she'd learned over the years.

But the briefing was underway, and that drew her attention. The briefing was short and concise, but there was room open for questions. This op had "ONI" written all over it. Little information was given beyond basic standing orders and formation assembly. Lucy was nonplussed, and so happily voiced her concerns when the floor was opened to the team.

"So what gives, then?" She asked. "Are we getting any support? A Prowler, maybe? Should we expect EVA operations? What's our infil and exfil plan? Do we have options for secondary and tertiary exfil? What's the CASEVAC procedures should anything catastrophic happen? And, most importantly, is there anything you're not telling us that we need to know before we go in?"

Lucy rattled off the obvious questions. She knew that the Commander had these answers, and that many of them were meant to be unspoken, but this op was not sitting right with her already. She wanted the information out in the open now, for everyone to hear and understand, before any orders could be superseded mid-op. Sure it was a ghost ship, but any number of things could've happened to it in the years following the end of the war.

Even though Lucy had her Sergeant stripes pulled when she was discharged at the end of the war, she still had learned quite a lot from being an NCO for a short time. And one thing was that you couldn't count on the officers to tell you everything you needed to know unless you asked. And sometimes, not even then.