Ian Strhar, a copper skined slightly tall slightly bulkier mandalorian, stepped off of the transport shuttle onto the flight deck of the cruiser. The flight here was rather uneventful, during which he had taken time to clean the plastoid of the carbon scoring from glancing shots. There was still some discoloration but it was better than before. He also spent time wondering why he was not being left with the what remained of the of the super commandos to fight the rebelling mandalorians. The man let out a quiet curse in Mandoa at the thought of Clan Wren and Kryze continuing to lead the clans away from the potential and power siding with the Empire would bring. One day he would be part of their downfall, for now he needed to stay on the good side of his superiors.
After a quick check of his armor seals, the jetpack was secure, and making sure his weapons were in their holsters, Ian followed the standard layout that the Imperial cruisers had. He arrived at the captains office after everyone else had. Ian took note of the other troopers and the lightsaber wielding being. He gave a nod to the other two and moved to position himself away from the potential force user. The old stories Ian heard growing up about the being wielding unusual power that battled the mandalorians of old came to mind briefly before the captain walked in and started the briefing.
Already his opinions started to form about Reanar as the other troopers introduced himself. Some humor, maybe a bit over the top professionalism, and direct.
Alde was harder to read in Ian's opinion as her response was more reserved. Still to the point as Reanar.
The silence from the lightsaber wielder was telling in it's own way. Perhaps they had more intel than the rest of the present group, save for the captain. Or perhaps the question they had had already been asked. Strhar was not sure yet what to think of them.
Reanar had already asked what the mission was, at this time Strhar stood, attentive but not rigid, while waiting for more details about the mission.