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FourtyTwoSilverwind was quite pleased, in a way, that he did get questions back. It meant that the unit were engaged, paying attention, and thinking actively about things. Keeper was the first to speak up, and as always; the Gennari's mixture of warm, personable jollity and zealous speech was slightly unnerving.
Silver manipulated his pebble's controls and the images, calling up the depressingly limited packet of data that had sent along with the briefing.
"Miserably less than I'd like, Keeper. There'll be more by the time we land, I have no doubt. They'll have had time to pore over things and get more info by then. But from what was in the video sent and what we know about their tactics and strategy, at least two to four attack gunships, and they won't be there without ground troops to actually do the exploration and taking and holding ground. Not sure how many, but at least a reinforced scout platoon; so that's about twelve standard troops with light infantry weapons supported by either a couple of heavy armoured troops, or heavy synths. Nothin' our MAS shouldn't be able to deal with - mebbe the gunships'd be a bit of a challenge - but nothin' to be taken lightly. But I reckon that ain't the whole picture".
Before he could say much more, Veep and Fea had their little squabble. He was surprised at it; but didn't interfere - not yet; it didn't seem likely to boil up into much more just yet, but he made a mental note to keep an eye on it. It was probably just pre-mission jitters, and there was plenty of time for them to be resolved and dealt with over the course of the flight. Besides which, tearing a chunk off of either of them in front of the others wouldn't do much for morale or unity, especially over a minor snap. Better to talk to them both individually and more personably and resolve it that way - if, indeed, there was anything to be resolved. And there was time enough.
Thankfully, Kerris and Maxon adding their thoughts gave his train of thought a chance to switch rails, and he addressed their words next.
"Good thought, Kerris. I dunno if they already tried something similar, but I can pass the idea along in any reply I send. Maybe it'll help, even if jus' fer a little while", he nodded to Maxon, the bigger of the pair and continued. [color=light blue]"I agree - we're against the clock already, so bein' able to move inta position swiftly will be essential. I'll try and see if I can arrange alternate transport from th' airport to our destination. Might be helicopters or somethin' that can get us there quicker'n road. But either way, yer right that we're gonna to be playin' catch-up. If the Totality have discovered the Mirror, then I suppose we'll gonna have to deal with that in whatever way we can."[/color]
His ears pricked up as HB, the other Gennari of their team spoke up. His experience with them during the training they'd carried out so far had been curious. They seemed inseparable from the - relatively; he was hardly in a position to comment with his own height - diminutive human woman. Currently in her wheelchair, he knew that she had no problems with mobility when it came to the battlefield and an MAS. Still, the duo had a curious sort of relationship. Sometimes it was like a therapist and patient, others it was like a teacher and student. He of course knew full well about their history - although, he suspected there was a fair amount of redacted content - and it was plain upon their skin as well, and in that almost dreamy-eyed expression and their manner of speech. However, the Gennari had something of a beauty and... allure to them physically that was enticing to him, even if their mannerisms were a little... unconventional. The question they asked though, was absolutely relevant, and he nodded as he listened, before replying.
"You're right, HB. Egypt ain't a member of the Coalition, but I think the fact a mirror opened up in their back garden and the the Totality swarmin' through it has 'em a lot more willin' t' be friends and be, mm, graciously cooperative than they might be otherwise. I reckon we might get a l'il rudeness, snobbery, an' personal hostility from some nationals if we have ta deal with any of 'em. But I don't reckon they're about to treat us as hostiles or try and open fire on us. They're likely t' be more worried about the Totality... but yeah, keepin' an eye on our own backs is prob'ly worth doin' too".
There weren't anymore questions after that, so he dismissed them and left them to move around the plane, or take care of whatever business they can, now they were in flight. He took the chance to do the same himself. He'd shoved a few drinks into his pack, along with a number of snacks; quickly chomping down a power bar and taking a good long drink from a bottle of 7-up that was just about on the edge of cold. He cast a one-eyed glance around at the others, seeing what they were up to and gathering his own thoughts. Bereft of something more to do, he idly crossed over to the transport trucks and the units' MAS suits lined up alongside them and strapped down into transport positions. He knew the machine would be in optimum condition - or, at least, it should be - but the actions were more, as he'd thought earlier about Veep's own, something to do to occupy the mind and hands, rather than sitting there and stewing.
Silver manipulated his pebble's controls and the images, calling up the depressingly limited packet of data that had sent along with the briefing.
"Miserably less than I'd like, Keeper. There'll be more by the time we land, I have no doubt. They'll have had time to pore over things and get more info by then. But from what was in the video sent and what we know about their tactics and strategy, at least two to four attack gunships, and they won't be there without ground troops to actually do the exploration and taking and holding ground. Not sure how many, but at least a reinforced scout platoon; so that's about twelve standard troops with light infantry weapons supported by either a couple of heavy armoured troops, or heavy synths. Nothin' our MAS shouldn't be able to deal with - mebbe the gunships'd be a bit of a challenge - but nothin' to be taken lightly. But I reckon that ain't the whole picture".
Before he could say much more, Veep and Fea had their little squabble. He was surprised at it; but didn't interfere - not yet; it didn't seem likely to boil up into much more just yet, but he made a mental note to keep an eye on it. It was probably just pre-mission jitters, and there was plenty of time for them to be resolved and dealt with over the course of the flight. Besides which, tearing a chunk off of either of them in front of the others wouldn't do much for morale or unity, especially over a minor snap. Better to talk to them both individually and more personably and resolve it that way - if, indeed, there was anything to be resolved. And there was time enough.
Thankfully, Kerris and Maxon adding their thoughts gave his train of thought a chance to switch rails, and he addressed their words next.
"Good thought, Kerris. I dunno if they already tried something similar, but I can pass the idea along in any reply I send. Maybe it'll help, even if jus' fer a little while", he nodded to Maxon, the bigger of the pair and continued. [color=light blue]"I agree - we're against the clock already, so bein' able to move inta position swiftly will be essential. I'll try and see if I can arrange alternate transport from th' airport to our destination. Might be helicopters or somethin' that can get us there quicker'n road. But either way, yer right that we're gonna to be playin' catch-up. If the Totality have discovered the Mirror, then I suppose we'll gonna have to deal with that in whatever way we can."[/color]
His ears pricked up as HB, the other Gennari of their team spoke up. His experience with them during the training they'd carried out so far had been curious. They seemed inseparable from the - relatively; he was hardly in a position to comment with his own height - diminutive human woman. Currently in her wheelchair, he knew that she had no problems with mobility when it came to the battlefield and an MAS. Still, the duo had a curious sort of relationship. Sometimes it was like a therapist and patient, others it was like a teacher and student. He of course knew full well about their history - although, he suspected there was a fair amount of redacted content - and it was plain upon their skin as well, and in that almost dreamy-eyed expression and their manner of speech. However, the Gennari had something of a beauty and... allure to them physically that was enticing to him, even if their mannerisms were a little... unconventional. The question they asked though, was absolutely relevant, and he nodded as he listened, before replying.
"You're right, HB. Egypt ain't a member of the Coalition, but I think the fact a mirror opened up in their back garden and the the Totality swarmin' through it has 'em a lot more willin' t' be friends and be, mm, graciously cooperative than they might be otherwise. I reckon we might get a l'il rudeness, snobbery, an' personal hostility from some nationals if we have ta deal with any of 'em. But I don't reckon they're about to treat us as hostiles or try and open fire on us. They're likely t' be more worried about the Totality... but yeah, keepin' an eye on our own backs is prob'ly worth doin' too".
There weren't anymore questions after that, so he dismissed them and left them to move around the plane, or take care of whatever business they can, now they were in flight. He took the chance to do the same himself. He'd shoved a few drinks into his pack, along with a number of snacks; quickly chomping down a power bar and taking a good long drink from a bottle of 7-up that was just about on the edge of cold. He cast a one-eyed glance around at the others, seeing what they were up to and gathering his own thoughts. Bereft of something more to do, he idly crossed over to the transport trucks and the units' MAS suits lined up alongside them and strapped down into transport positions. He knew the machine would be in optimum condition - or, at least, it should be - but the actions were more, as he'd thought earlier about Veep's own, something to do to occupy the mind and hands, rather than sitting there and stewing.