Shimrod nods at Silvermasque, "I managed to skate out of Atlantis after a confusing ocean battle with some beasties. I'm obviously pleased at the escape, but the only problem? We were on a standard recon mission, so I only got out with a standard K-Uni. Too bad it wasn't an S&D mission...then I'd be sporting my Serpent instead of this serviceable piece of generica." Shimrod sighs longingly, "I'd outfitted her with some Eylor shards and other fun Atlantean bio-toys. Nastiness! Haven't had time or resources to do a damn thing with the Uni. Yet."

Amy nods to the bug man.  "Well Jimminy is a fun name, I hope your up to being our convince." whispering she adds, "I think Drano needs one."

 "Is not so good that - Kittani suits are nice and all, but ones I have been seeing are built for look and ease of maintainance rather than toughness. We'll go over to armourer in minute and maybe see about getting you a mini-missile pack and maybe some sensors." replies 'Masque quietly as the Kittani makes his offer, revealing in the process a definite familiarity with front-line Kittani power armour.

 He then holds up a hand to ask for 'a moment' and turns back to Drano as Karnon finishes handing out the candy, raising his voice a little to ask, "Well, what is?" - presumably amplifying his earlier question.

Hopper looks to be recovering from the drink he had a few minutes ago. Then, speaking to Silvermasque he says "They told me you have a small aircraft of some kind. I have extensive experience using on-board weapon systems. When we are not venturing through a jungle or a desert, I would imagine I would be put to good use on that ship of yours..."
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 "Not me... pretty little cat-girl who talks funny sitting beside you." declares 'Masque in response to Hoppers question, though he doesn't really take his visor off Drano while he waits for a response.

After handing the amulets t Silvermasque Drano explians what they are.

"It's an amulet that places a magical armor around you. As a  full convert borg are you able to use them? If not I will make sure someone else gets them."

Amy perks up at the change in conversation and puts in.  "Thats right, I've got my pelican.  She's wonderful, though maybe a little under armed for the kinds of things Drano expects of her.  She's a transport not a gunboat."

 'Masque takes the amulet and looks at it for a moment before shrugging and dropping it into a pocket of his BDU's, "Is only one way to be finding out." he states simply before fixing Drano with a 'don't evade the issue' stare (which might be more effective if the big tiger had eyes), "But was not what I was asking - what is being so important that we are being rousted out of well-earned rest to go play soldier some more?"

"We will discuss the details at the briefing, with the Captain. For now, finish up whatever you need to finish up before we head back out. I will see you all there at 1600 sharp."

Squad Three is the first to arrive at 1600 hours. Even the Captain is nowhere to be seen just yet. The other squads start to arrive between 1630 and 1645. Captain Viktor makes his way to a map of Tolkeen Kingdom, on a stand, large enough for all to see. He waits for 3rd Platoon to stand at attention before starting the briefing.

Everyone's vehicles are parked near-by, and several young Tolkeen children are playing on top of Amy's dropship. One boy is wearing a cut out mask of a skull chasing the others on top of the ship shouting "genocide!" at the others, while they all laugh, and continue to play unsafely.
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Viktor begins the briefing at 1657 hours, with all four squads giving him their full attention.

"I want to apologise for pullig you all out of your time off. I don't like it any more than you do, but orders are orders. We are heading to Freehold first to join with a small party of dragons, before heading out on our mission first thing tomorrow morning. We will be assaulting a Coalition base just north west of the ruins of Madtown with the dragons. We will attack in four groups from the north west, with Drano and Portia taking their squads inside a Coalition sympathising town, for a surgical strike, while 1st move out with the dragons, looking for a specific flying battle-station that is currently sitting at this base. Squad Four will hang back at a designated area, to cover our retreat when our tasks are complete. Our recon on this area is obsolete for the most part, and as such we will need to decipher the situation better when we arrive.

In addition to this assault, there are a small group of Tolkeen deserters planning on releasing information to the Dead Boys. They are headed to the same outpost, and we are to intercept them before they arrive, and kill or capture every last one of them. The officers are being supplied with a personal coputer with profiles on the groups leaders, and a general information roster on their troops.

Are there any intelligent questions before we head out?"

 Drano's answer is of course absolutely no use at all - but given the firmly moral streak that 'Masque has demonstrated in the past, it might very well be the best tack to take. It's pretty certain after all that if the big Russian 'Borg didn't like the idea of desecrating corpses he's really going to flip out over what amount to black operations.

 Not that Pluto Company isn't fully capable of dealing with such a flip-out of course, but it might be a singularly awkward thing to happen in the middle of a battle.

 Once at the meeting he listens, but quite simply doesn't have any meaningful questions - the intelligence on the area is out of date so it's a case of 'if we had it, you'd get it' while there's a table of organisation for the deserters available if he's just patient.

 As a result he spends most of the meeting quietly making notes and mentally running through his team's abilities and potential.
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Shimrod listens intently to the briefing, and has nothing to add. Although his leave was extremely brief, this was still a far cry from the ironclad discipline he was trained under in Atlantis. His only regret was being unable to commiserate with 'Masque over his power armor...for a non-Atlantean, he had displayed a decent knowledge of Kittani weaponry and looking at his highly non-standard gear it was obvious he was creative as well. Combining this knowledge with Shimrod's own genetic heritage and psychic connection with machines could have resulted in some fucking possibilities!

Mephisto stood and listened to the Captain, it sounded like another routine mission. The shifter's thoughts wandered to what may happen during the mission, and was reminded that he would have to put his life in Amy's hands while he was in her ship... He did not like this at all.

   Forge arrived at the briefing after most of the rest of squad three.  She saw her new C/O, Drano and figured the ragtag bunch near him would be her new comrades.  She took a seat near them, but towards the back, eying them carefully, trying to figure out how bad this was going to be.  As the briefing began, Forge listened to the captain and watched the members of squad three.

   Forge raised her hand when the captain asked for intelligent questions.  "Is there any chance of requisitioning some special equipment for this mission, sir?  Depending on the parameters of the surgical strike, I have some ideas."

After waiting 15, 30...eventually 45 minutes, Van finds it difficult to hold his tongue. "Respectfully sir, while I appreciate punctuality as much as the next son of a bitch, the past hour could have been put to better use preparing at the ley line."

Finding out that their leisure time was getting severely 'rationed' he opted to stow the blunt away for another time. Van offers no intelligent questions after the briefing, simply shoulders his pack, steps onto his wing board, and readies to set sail.

"Hey McCloud? You as stoked as me to get out there and try out these new additions? I was getting bored killing Dead Boy after Dead Boy, but now there is nothing I would want more than to have one of those little pussies in my sight again..."

Comartin showed up to the briefinginside his newly modified Glitter Boy. He was very proud of the new additions and he had just had it washed as well, so it was extra glittery...
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On this world, Hopper found that he had more in common with the other various travelers to this land, rather than the native humans. As such he would have introduced himself with Karnon... yet there was something dark about the wolfen that kept Hopper away... and so he stood with Amy. Afterall, he liked the way her fur felt when he touched her face with his antennae.

Hopper turned to face Amy after the Captain was done speaking. He reached out to feel her face once more. "I hope Mah is ok with his new team mates... we went through training together after Tolkeen put out the call for extra pay for special-skilled soldiers, and citizenship in Tolkeen after the war. I hope everyone makes it out ok for that matter... how long have you been in the company Amy? Have you seen anyone die?"

In his own newly upgraded GB, McCloud is less enthusiastic.  "Were you listening?  Madtown, man.  If it weren't for the war there's no way I'd get within a hundred miles of that place..." he can't repress the shudder that runs up his spine.

"Wonder if Osema's crew is still mounted," Van muses. Ah memories.

her whiskers twitching slightly at hoppers continued brushing she thinks a moment before responding.  "Mmm, yes,"  She nods though she doesn't sound particularly enthused about it. "I've been with them since my home outside madtown was over run.  It was pretty bad there, I would rather not discuss it."

Hopper is taken back by Amy's response, and replies with "Oh, my apologies for bringing it up...". He then looks to the others to see if they will be heading out soon... before this conversation with Amy turns into an uncomfortable silence...

In response to Forge "Well, Sergeant we can try... what did you have in mind?"

 Creative, heavily modified and quite patently armed to the teeth - of all the many and varied soldiery of Pluto company it's possible that 'Masque has the most actual hours in actual mass combat, even if most of that has consisted of hunkering down in a crater whilst staggering amounts of firepower explode on all sides.

 He looks up and over the squad whilst assorted people vent their frustrations, having long since become accustomed to the universal military bullshit that crosses species and cultural lines more readily than anything other than actual bullets - 'hurry up and wait', 'need to know' and 'support will be provided'.

 Forge gets a glance however - having another full-conversion (albeit a rather less full conversion) in the team) should be interesting on its own merits, but finding out how their mind works when it comes to quick ideas and special weapons is worthwhile at any time.

   "I would like to obtain one military grade transport truck equipped with a flatbed loading crane and a simple civilian-class automobile." Forge responds to the captain right away, ready to provide an explanation or be called aside for further discussion if necessary.