Pre mission Briefing

[Usam1981]

Leon walks into the meeting room, an old fashioned projector in his arms, as well as a shief of papers. Why such a technological place like this did not have better equipment, he did not know, but he would manage. Quickly he set up the projector, using a nearby blank wall for the screen, then waited for others to show up.

[Ransac16]

Valen entered the room to see Leon waiting for everyone. "I alerted my team, most of them should be arriving." With that said he pulled up a seat and sat down, falling asleep as easily as breathing.

[wingstrike]

Harlow walked in, a pair of ballistic safety goggles and a lab coat on. "Someone rang?" He sat down, a couple seats away from Valen. With nothing going on he pulled out a small tablet and continued working, mumbling something about punctuality.

[Azkaiel]

Shuffling into the room, Marco stifled a yawn, as he had been up late wrestling with the OS of Deathwing, owing the addition of a buttload of non standard weaponry, onto the flight capable machine. The system was having fits dealing with the sudden massive influx of information from the assorted weaponry, and Marco wondered for a moment, if Deathwing was ever going to take off and rain terror from the skies. Worse come to worse, he supposed he would have to get Alex's help, since the man was a genius with such things.

Easing his burly wifebeater and khaki pants clad frame onto one of the chars, he'd noticed that Valen and Cecil had already arrived, but the pilot declined to make any small talk at this moment in time. All he wanted to do right now, was to get this meeting over and done with, before getting a hot shower and dying in his bed for a few hours......

[argharnarendall]

As Arghana slowly made his way into the room he couldn't help but yawn. "Uggh i was just about to fall asleep when suddenly a guy busts in yelling like his head is on fire." Arghana grumbled to himself as he stared at the other members in the room his white trench coat seemingly drifting a bit.

[korrag4]

Slipping past Arghana, Kris made his way to a seat in the front corner of the room. He was wearing a blue mechanics jumpsuit with the top half tied around his waist and a t-shirt that had been painted gray from massive amounts of grease and oil stains. He had been interrupted during a tune-up to attend the briefing so while he was definitely irritated, he couldn't help but show a smile since he finally had some action around. He payed no mind to the other pilots and sat in anticipation.

[DovenWolf]

Dust walked in, mostly covered in oil and grease, in fact it was hard to tell what parts of him werent dirty as he was in the middle of work when he got the call, meanwhile Charlie came in behind him looking as carefree and lax as he could be. They both take a seat and wait.

[kagimizu]

Willis casually walked in, dusting himself off after fine-tuning the final details in his Mobile Suit. He shoved his hand into the pocket to make sure he had that note he was given, and confirmed he still did. He pulled said piece of paper out, then took a seat and put it on the table.

[Usam1981]

Once Leon saw that there were enough people gathered, including some extras who had been to his previous briefing, Leon turned off the lights in the room, and turned on the projector.

"Alright, Welcome to mission briefing. We will be going over the objectives. This is your First Objective."

On the screen shows the image of the hangar at the last new years party, with Leon in a rather bad position, we will let your imaginations work on that one. Leon quickly fumbles with the remote, and switches it to the next slide, which fortunatly shows the correct slide. An image of a large space ship from various angles.


"Whoops, how did that one get on there. Ok, this is our REAL goal for this mission. This is the white base, one of many pre fall ships that were scuttled of america's coast. We believe this one to be in good shape, and capable of being brought back into service. Your job, dive down and collect the ship. We will be providing transportation to the site."



"Any questions on the first mission?"

[Azkaiel]

Listening to the briefing for this particular mission, Marco had the feeling that he should not apply to be in this one, owing to the fact that his Dinn, aka Deathwing, was not suited, nor equipped to operate underwater, for starters. Reclining back into the chair, the burly merc waited to see what else would be revealed...

[Ransac16]

Valen finished memorizing the screens (and bleaching the first slide from memory) before saying, "I have no questions at the moment. But I would like to be the first to volunteer for this mission. It's about time something got done and I want in on it."

[wingstrike]

Harlow rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance at Leon's incompetence "I'm going down there too, someone'll have to fly that rust bucket up to the surface."

[argharnarendall]

"Yeah sorry but underwater really ain't my thing sorry Leon but I think I'll sit this one out." Argharna replied frowning as he tried to smooth out his white trench coat.

[kagimizu]

Will just grinned and chuckled. "Man, this will be perfect for my new Mobile Suit. I could probably get it done on my own while you dudes hang back and enjoy the show."

[Ransac16]

"That so Will? Don't count us out so quick, we may surprise you." Said Valen with a chuckle. He had been hoping for some competition for this mission.