Icarus jumped upright in response to the door opening. He sucked in a deep breath to try to steady his energetic nerves. Upon being barked an introduction to his new team leader, Icarus saluted, unsure of what this new commander will be like. He was trying his best not to let his overflowing nervousness show, but clearly, he was failing epically.
Melanie scowled. She didn't like the idea of following instructions. She nodded sternly, having her warhammer slung over her shoulder, tightening and loosening her grip on the handle. "The name's Melanie. Call me Mel if you want." Her voice was harsh, and someone could tell that it would be unwise to mess with her.
Fallon was sitting upside down, legs against the wall. She raised a hand in a small wave, waggling her fingers and grinning wickedly. While orders wouldn't be fun, messing with this new leader would be. So it wouldn't be all bad, just not ideal.
Atlas glances at the group's before nodding to the commander. "I'll give them the basics." He says simply. The commander nods and leaves. He glances at the group "Well then. Let's get started, shall we. We have our first mission."
Flame watched as the commander closed the door behind him before Atlas spoke. "When?" He asked without thinking, he tried to keep quiet but he just wanted all the information at once. He tried to keep his tone serious and deep but failed at that too, having a high and light voice, the one he was trying to get rid of.
"And that is?" Melanie raised an eyebrow, expecting more elaboration than just, 'we have a mission, now go fight these people,' without knowing what she was getting herself into.
Sol was standing at the side, posture stiff and alert. "Mission summary, sir?" she asked, voice emotionless. She believed that emotions were not supposed to go hand in hand with missions, and that you were to treat your superiors with respect. Man, those drills really got to me.
He glances at all of them before folding his arms. "Alright. The basics is, the mid eastern side of the barrier has been overrun by the enemy. It's our job to seal it." Atlas pulls out a holographic map of the area. "Well enter here, through the North, take them by surprise."
"Oh, I like surprises." Fallon said, kicking her legs back and flipping into a standing position. She spun and made her way closer to the map, still grinning as she looked it over.
"How are we going to do that?" Eight asked, standing taller with his hands slightly behind his back. He leaned over and looked at the map, storing a mental image.
“Sir, not to be rude, but we are just a small team. How are we going to defeat the enemy’s army?” Sol asked, glancing at Atlas. She wasn’t being pessimistic, just logical.
Fallon looked up at Sol, eyes alight with mischief as she approached the woman. She placed a finger on Sol's chest, tilting her head a bit. "Aren't you, like, really good with weapons? And a couple of us can do magic, right?" She looked around at the others. "And it looks like we've got a strong as fuck chick there, too. I think, as far as teams go, we got ourselves a good one here."
Melanie knew she would hate the mischievous one the instant she laid eyes on her. She grunted but said nothing as she took in the situation.
((OUCH))
(Oh shush! She's quick to judge people, so her opinion can change!)
(Maybe not instantly…but it can change!)
Sol pushed the finger off her chest, crossing her arms defensively. “It does not matter what we can do individually if we cannot work as a team. The enemy has trained for this. We have not.” she said, eyes guarded. She would not let the other girl take advantage of what feelings she was showing through her eyes.
Fallon sighed, quickly losing interest in her half-a-pep-talk attempt. She reached down, puling her flask from her boot, and took a swig. "Isn't the best way to learn that kind of thing in an actual life or death situation? You can sim all you want, but, y'know."
“I’d rather have some perpetration than none at all,” Sol said, her voice even. She eyed the flask warily. Drinking before a big mission? Sol just hoped she wasn’t drunk off her ass on the battlefield.
Atlas watches the interaction. Great. This is the worst possible group I could be put with. Atlas clears his throat. "Alright that's enough. We need to work as a team to do this. Otherwise I can call a solo mission or call a retreat. And none of us are getting out of here. There is no way we can shut this gate if people are arguing. So suck it up." He growls. "We need to get this shit done. So let's get moving."
"Lead the way, cap'n." Fallon raised her flask in a mock toast, grinning before taking another drink. "We're right with ya." She was aware that she should probably shut up, and just do as told, but where was the fun in that? This team seemed pretty up tight, so somebody had to 'break the ice'.
God, she is annoying. "I have to work with her?" Melanie gestured towards Fallon. "I'd honestly ride solo than be put in a group…" Melanie complained but knew it was better for there to be a group than there to not be.
Wow, ok. Getting straight to the point finally. It's kinda hot. Flame thought to himself, proud that he was able to hide the hint of his blush. "So this is happening now?" He asked to clarify, not knowing they were going to jump into battle the second they came.
Sol chose to stay silent, watching the group interaction with interest. She was storing information about each of them in the back of her mind in case of an emergency. Atlas gets right to the point. Fallon is relaxed. Melanie likes to work alone.
Atlas nods towards them. "We head out in ten minutes. Grab any weapons you might wanna bring along. Meet me at bay 16. Don't be late. That's it." he says, placing the holographic map on the table and turning if off before placing it in his pocket.
Flame pulled out his whip from his bag and shrank it so it could stay in his pocket. He closed his robe knowing that he was going to go outside but he didn't know if it was going to be cold. He headed to the area and waited.
Fallon hummed an upbeat tune as she sauntered to the bay, occasionally pausing her humming to take another drink. If she was going to have to jump straight into this, with teammates that were already giving her dirty looks, she was not going to do it sober.
Sol patted down her armor, making sure her chakrams were there along with her other weapons. Her twin chakrams, Jade and Jara, wouldn't last her whole lifetime, so she needed backups. Walking to the bay, she kept her hands on them. Although still sheathed, they could still give off the deadly vibe Sol wanted them to.