Demolitions and Dragons (Closed, ATTN Monfrox)

[Dyste]

The island nation of Dyste usually liked to deal with its military issues by themselves. They were more than happy to deal in matters of trade and diplomacy with foreigners, but when conflicts came, they avoided asking others for aid. However, there was one region that had given them so many problems over the years that it was felt that perhaps an outside perspective could be useful: the remnants of the Empire of Great Corneria, their old nemesis.

Fort Gradivus

The main military base of Dyste was styled like a castle of the medieval period, probably because it actually was created then. Despite its age, it was still going strong, with Draconids, Orcs, and the like managing to maintain the structure though the ages. There were some modern updates to the place, but it kept true to the classic style Dystan buildings were known for. A few prominent members of the groups meant to defend Dyste were to meet up there, but the person that mattered both on their end was the main resident of the fortress...

Kel Darkfire was a bulky Draconid with blood-red scales, with scars over his chest and right eye, though the latter did not appear to impair his vision. As Knight Commander of Dyste, he was the overall head of military operations in the country, and one of the biggest opponents in asking for foreigners to deal with what he believed to be a domestic dispute. But, the Minister of Defense disagreed with him, and convinced the Prime Minister to go along with this with... Monfrox, wherever that was... he was a soldier, not a diplomat, but he knew that this would be one of the first times they get to interact with them since the king met with this place's leader. He knew the king had a more proper meeting in place for them, but he wanted to meet them first, to brief them and get a good idea who he was dealing with...

[Monfrox]

Dyste had been a blip on Monfrox's radar for a little while. Since meeting them via the Multi-Species Union and the subsequent banquet following, Monfrox had been interested in trying to establish a bridge to build an alliance on. Monfrox didn't know a better way to do that than to give military aid. A carrier group, the term being generous due to Monfrox's poorly equipped and outdated Navy receiving little funding compared to the other branches, was sitting pretty in international waters off the Dystan coast. It was mainly carrying an assortment of Special Forces and other units for selection. A mission was given, but Monfrox wanted Dyste to know that they brought many options to the table. Everything from a small reconnaissance squad to a full tank compliment was inside of it, ready to be deployed on the order.

The order of who would go and who wouldn't needed to be gone over, which is why Lieutenant General Draguta Covaci was sent in to negotiate the deal. She felt like a door-to-door salesman trying to get a wealthy family to buy a product they didn't really need. But this was for a bigger purpose, and she was here to help show Dyste that Monfrox didn't shy away from spilling blood and getting its hands dirty for her allies. General Covaci sat in the passenger seat of a thin-skinned Humvee that drove from the airfield to the Fort that the meeting was supposed to be conducted at, listening to her driver's radio selection. She pushed to have her own escort and said she didn't need the help of Dystans to manage safely, but agreed to be put under surveillance and stick to a pre-planned route of travel. Everything was a power play, almost. She wanted to show that they were capable of doing things without much hassle and fuss, but knew that having foreigners running around unsupervised was worrying to even the highest levels. Maybe she should've just let them escort the Humvee anyway, now that she thought about possible detriments coming from such a brazen play.

The Humvee reached the fort with no trouble and actually stopped outside. Covaci's driver, Private First Class Volha Lyakh, looked under the lip of her helmet at the castle in front of them.

"Whaaaaaaaat. Are we in the right place?" She asked the General.

"This was the planned route they gave to us and we followed it to the letter. I doubt they'd trick us."

"You know they could, if they really wanted to."

"There's a lot of trust that goes into this. On both sides."

"It makes sense, too." A slightly deeper and monotone voice said from the back seat. "The castle's probably been here for centuries. So why not make it into a modern fort? Easily defensible and a nightmare to assault."

"Right you are, Patterson. They don't make 'em like they used to." The General agreed.

The PFC sighed and pulled up, expecting to see a sort of gate or checkpoint at the very least to give it some semblance of being a modern military installation. In the back sat Second Lieutenant Jamie Patterson, a woman of few words and General Covaci's intelligence liaison for this venture. Patterson was here to observe and soak in everything around her to help the General make an After Action Report once she left, Lyakh was just here because she pissed off the wrong person.

[Dyste]

The Froxians were greeted at a gate by an elf with long hair, a shade of purple dark enough that it could be confused for black at further glance, with matching eyes. He wore glasses and a black suit, befitting that of a butler. He gave a bow to the guests. "I bid you welcome to Fort Gradvius. I am Quentin... yes, I know it is an odd name for an elf, my family are odd people. Regardless, I have been tasking with serving you during this mission. Anything you desire, I can provide for you... well, except weapons, but you seem to be fully fitted for that."

"By the way... I could not help but overhear your concern for the fortress's defenses. My apologies for eavesdropping, strong hearing and all that," Quentin pointed to his pointed ears. "Dyste has a rather... shall you say, classic feel to it appearance, but do not take that to mean it is primitive." The butler pulled out a pair of knives, and threw them into the air. One of them got struck by lightning, and the other exploded. "We set up defenses using our natural abilities as Dystans. I presume you mostly know of Draconids, and while they are the most common race within our borders, Dyste is home to a variety of species, all of whom have their own talents to bring to the table. Now, if you please, park your vehicle and go inside. If you are concerned about if we search our guests, well..." The elf walked across the entrance, where a circle on the group lit up as he crossed. "Think of it as a scanner of sorts. It will identify any sorts of weapons it has on you, and if it deems you too heavily armed, it will not allow you to pass by this room. We have high-ranking members of three of the major organizations here today, so you would understand if we are concerned about safety."

On the other side of the room were three individuals looking over a map. One was of course Kel Darkfire, scowling over it and seemingly not paying attention to the other two individuals, one being what appeared to be a humanoid shark by the looks of things, burly and rugged, though his blue coat indicated that he was a naval officer. The other looked more like a human, but had a blue tinge to her body that made her appear like she was either of some ethnic group the Froxians had never seen before, or wasn't human at all. Regardless, she did appear to look the most modern of the three in attire, wearing a light grey suit.

[Monfrox]

Through all the man's...elf's...politeness, PFC Lyakh just couldn't stop staring at him with an expression of slight confusion mixed with curiosity. Despite the Froxian military sporting rather "unique" individuals, she had never seen anything like this. It also didn't help that this was her first actual venture out of the country. Patterson too was a bit caught off guard, but she maintained her composure completely. General Covaci looked over to her driver and smacked her upside the helmet.

"Ow, what the hell!"

A cold look from the General shut Lyakh right up and she cleared her throat.

"Thank you very much, Quentin. I hope you do find out armaments suitable to keep, as these two are my only personal detail today."

Lyakh grumbled and parked the Humvee as was instructed by the presumed butler. They were all in awe, though only the diver showed it openly. Things were so militant back home that the posh atmosphere threw them all through a loop a little. Lyakh slid out of the driver's seat and shut the door behind her.

"Are we going to...you know..."

The General nodded firmly as she walked around with the Lieutenant to meet the PFC. In Froxian customs, it was considered a sign of trust and respect to enter one's domain (be it room or castle) without a helmet on. Lyakh took her's off and ran a hand up to fluff out her head of magenta hair that would've touched her shoulders had it not naturally flared out at the bottom. Patterson removed her's off her auburn mop that was cut shorter than the Private First Class's. Both women wore standard dark gray uniforms with velcroed patches of the Froxian flag, their name tape with their last names on them, their blood type, their branch, and their rank. Patterson helped Lyakh secure her helmet onto the back of her plate carrier after she had done her's before the two slung their rifles, an HS Produkt VHS-2 bullpup, over their shoulders. Full mags and kit, but they had kept their safeties on and it was not locked and loaded.

Lieutenant General Covaci sighed and pulled out a thin and small paper envelope from her blue uniform and retrieved a cigar and a match. Covaci had an affinity for smoking cigars, as she believed it helped keep her nerves calm. Being outside of the Humvee it was now quite apparent that she was very short. Compared to her detail that stood an even 6' and 6' 1", she was only about 5' 8" and looked 16 years old, maybe even younger. Her shiny silver hair was long and flowed at her back, but what was more apparent were the horns growing out of her forehead of the same color. She bit off the end of the cigar with one of her sharper canine teeth and then lit it with a match. She puffed on it until it caught and stepped up.

"Alright. Let's go see what the game plan is." Covaci said confidently.

All three of them stepped up to be "scanned". There was very few minor differences between Patterson and Lyakh's kits aside from the standard sizes and equipment. Each had about four magazines and a fighting knife of some sort for weapons, which was a standard soldier's kit. Covaci followed the example of many other Froxian generals. Though she was small, she carried an old Smith and Wesson Model 29 44 Magnum revolver and about twelve extra rounds for it. It was openly displayed in a leather holster on a belt.

[Dyste]

Once the three Froxians went past, the circle glowed on the floor. "Hmm, it seems you are all good to go," Quentin nodded, "They mainly were making sure you were not carrying things like explosives and the like. Obviously we would not let you go completely unarmed in a military fortress."

The elf led them into the briefing room, where the three military leaders were waiting. "This is Kelvon, or 'Kel' Darkfire, Knight Commander and leader of Dyste's armed forces." Kel merely looked them over, as if given them his own personal scanning treatment. "The blue woman is Ceres Skyvel, Auror of the Veckne Branch of the Inquisition." The woman gave a slight smile and raised her hand in acknowledgement, but said nothing. "She is a sylph, in case you were confused. And this is..."

"I can introduce myself, y'know," the sharkman cut him off. Due to Kel sitting at the moment, he was the one standing tallest in the room, as he gave a toothy grin, "The name's Grasha, Vice-Admiral of the Dystan Royal Navy. By the looks of things, you've never seen a Sarkesh before, huh? We're not native to Dyste, but thanks to some aid they gave us during the Imperial War, a bunch of us decided to live here. Better than staying a pirate for your whole life, right? By the way, love the horns," he said to Covaci in particular. He wasn't sure what species she was, but it was clear Monfrox was not solely populated by humans, a fact Dystans were more than okay with.

Kel glared at the Sarkesh, "If you would cut the small talk, Grasha, we have matters to discuss. Now, I would like to make something perfectly clear: I am a soldier, not a diplomat. If you want feasts and fancy talk, go see His Majesty in the castle. In fact, I believe he has offered that sort of thing to your group afterwards, but for now you shall be briefed on the situation. Grasha said one thing of use in his little spiel there, the Imperial War. Have you been informed on this?"

Quentin suddenly, "Um, no, Sir Kel. Please, allow me." He gestured to the map, noticing the large landmass to the southwest of Dyste. "The Empire of Great Corneria, ruled by a tyrannical despot. They desired our nation for its natural resources and a general belief in that they were the rulers of the world, that whole silly notion. Well, naturally we resisted, with several of the factions that help defend Dyste sprouting from that conflict. My grandmother was a part of the effort, actually, she came to Dyste during that time and it is what ended up me being here..." he noticed the Fire Draconid glowering at him, "Er, my apologies, Sir Kel. Well, we did eventually win, but the issue of what to do with the remnants of the nation were an issue. Well, some of it became autonomous under their old rulers, while others became protectorates under Dyste. We generally try to let them deal with their own issues, but some of them have been chafing under having our eyes over them..."

Ceres offered a few pictures showing scenes of a weapons cache, both filled with modern weapons and some more archaic things like swords and bows "We have intel that inform us that there might be an uprising happening in certain parts of the region. We would deal with it ourselves, but... we are worried that if Draconids came in to fix this problem it would only add to the fire, that Draconids are overlords wishing to impose their will on the poor defenseless humans and all that."

Kel seemed to be even more grumpy about this, if that was possible. "I prefer handling issues like this without the aid of foreigners, but Dyste simply does not have many soldiers who are either human or close enough to pass for it at a quick glance. So.... the Minister of Defense has decided to ask for your aid." Quentin gave them an apologetic look for Kel's behaviour; he really did care about protecting Dyste and its people, but didn't exactly have the best temperament for this sort of collaboration.

[Monfrox]

General Covaci grinned, mainly to herself, with her sizeable fangs. Things were certainly looking up and the compliment was a long way towards relation-building. Even if Commander Darkfire (what an odd name) seemed wanting to handle things despite it not being the best course of action. This attitude was both good and bad. It was good that Monfrox now had a chance to step up and fill in a role not well-suited to the Dystans, and it was bad that if Monfrox screwed the pooch on this that it could potentially blow any chance of establishing an official alliance between them out of the water. She looked to Vice-Admiral Grasha, who was already getting the same look from Lyakh that Quentin received but only a bit more intensely. This time, however, it was Lieutenant Patterson who slapped her upside the head.

"Ow! Why!?"

"Sorry," Patterson apologized to the brass before them. "She doesn't get out much."

Covaci laughed, "They're real, by the way." She said to him before returning to the matter at hand. "Your caution is understood greatly, Commander. We know how things can happen when left up to forces outside of your control. In fact, that is why I'm here and not my compatriot, General Yaslova, who had attended your...second international banquet, I believe, and with Captain Mondlicht as her charge. Her flight home was less than stellar. She'd been given some involuntary electro-shock therapy courtesy of our local insurgents after shooting her aircraft down."

As she went on her little spiel, her smile gradually faded and she puffed a few times on her cigar.

"And we thought it best to call up an international task force to help us deal with the extremely delicate situation. Needless to say, they couldn't barely handle that and it was a miracle we got there in time to retrieve her ourselves. So, with that in mind, we know how bad things can go when they aren't in control. But we aren't going to just waltz on in like we own the place." The General handed the Draconid an official-looking packet. "Monfrox will provide all the people you want. This is a dossier on available assets we have on standby for your operation. You will be given official command until time of the opreation's completion over any and all units you should select. Delegate as you see fit."

In the dossier was a list of units and some background information on their duties and tactics. A squad from the Recon Corps had been tasked, called Alpha One. A five-man team considered light infantry and specializing in reconnaissance and raids deep behind enemy lines. Able to work independently for days at a time with minimal resupply periods to lengthen their stay for their mission. There was a picture of each squad member with their name and rank, and it became apparent that the squad was entirely filled out by girls with fox ears on their heads.

The second team was one of the 3rd SOF's new Advanced Combat Units. Their background was vague and alluded to impressive feats, but this was a "show, don't tell" kind of unit due to OPSEC surrounding them. The four-man team was comprised of plain-looking human females. Their tactics were set a level above Alpha One, which included special reconnaissance, direct action, infiltration, and in bolded letters PSYOPS. Aside from them was an "Angel Squad" from the 1st Angel Company. Most of the members had wide age range from eighteen to thirty and were labeled as Combat Search and Rescue assets.

Outside of them were two more units: Indigo Squadron, the Froxian Air Force's own special commandos who were more human than dragon when compared to the average Dystan draconid. Most of them stood well over seven feet tall and carried weapons individually that normally would need to be vehicle-mounted or crew-served by humans in order to be used effectively. And a platoon of four Leopard 2 tanks from the Expeditionary Forces Elite Excursion Battalion. Their main specialty was fighting in harsh environments and CBRN tactics.

"Discuss amongst yourselves on who you want to bring. This is your show, after all."

[Dyste]

Kel beckoned Ceres over in order to talk about the choices, poring over the dossiers. They spoke in a language the Froxians did not understand, and it appeared Grasha didn't either, "Ugh, you guys are no fun. So, General, don't take this the wrong way, but what species are you anyways? I have no issue with workin' with anyone; I don't have much room to complain, after all, I used to be a pirate before joinin' the navy. But, y'know, if we're to be working together, gotta know more about one another, right?"

Quentin rolled his eyes, "Sorry if the Vice-Admiral is so forward with things; as the Commander stated, none of these three are diplomats. I was hoping the Minister of Defense would be here to talk with you, but the Sage of War is a very busy woman; she's probably working with Parliament to approve of all of these changes."

After a few minutes, Kel and Ceres stopped talking. The Fire Draconid spoke up, "Alright, before we approve of any of these, we would like to ask a few questions, if that is fine. First off, how many of these are available at once? Are we allowed to field all of these forces, only one, or a certain amount? Also, are there any special accommodations any of them would need? I am also curious a bit on the members of Indigo Squadron and their draconic features... lastly, do you have any desire to do anything in Dyste before we set off?"

[Monfrox]

General Covaci looked between Grasha and Quentin, smiling.

"It's not a problem. I prefer the soldiers to the diplomats, personally speaking. But species? I mean...I didn't really think I was any other species but you could say I'm still different. We tend to not get to caught up in the semantics of such things. Too much else to worry about." She replied, formally.

"Ty yey uzhe brosil palku?" Lyakh said to him in Russian, which was one of the languages mainly spoken in Monfrox alongside English, with a slight grin.

General Covaci and Lieutenant Patterson ignored the quip entirely, with the former now moving on to address the two who had questions for her to answer.

"To answer them in order: The entire detail is yours to pick from and you could mobilize all of them if you see fit. Of course, you can also pick and choose out of the units to augment the makeup of the mission. A few Recon Foxes, a couple Psyops, an angel...it's up to you. They also don't need anything from you. Transportation and equipment are all rolled into the package. If you have a basic plan in mind, it would help narrow down what to give them and what not to. Unless you have something that can destroy magical items that would be needed to fully destroy those caches, then there is nothing we need from you. Monfrox doesn't exactly have magic at it's disposal, which also means those dragon-esque girls are more a result of gene-splicing than anything else. So, with all that in mind, do you have anymore questions?"

[Dyste]

"I see.... so what you are saying is that this is a genetic modification, not a different species or the result of magic..." Kel didn't know that much about those practices, but Froxians were quite unknown to them in general so there could be a lot more things about them they were not aware of. "Well, in that case... Indigo Squadron would be most likely to work well with us, and for doing the more heavy jobs alongside us. A few of the Recons Foxes might be handy to start things out. And these angels interest us, though I would like some more info on them and their abilities."

Quentin, meanwhile, poured some tea for the group; it appeared his butler outfit wasn't just for show. "I shall be joining you for this as well. Though I am sworn to secrecy on where I learned my skills, I assure you that I am just as capable on the battlefield as I am making tea." He took out another knife, and spun in the air, a blast of fire making it ablaze in the air. Behind his glasses, they could have sworn they changed shape briefly when he used the fire spell.

"And we in the navy will be giving use some support on the seas," Grasha added, "The Admiral is a psychic - one of the only Draconids I know who can do that sorta thing - so he can maintain contact with the team so long as they stay within his field of range." He did wish the Admiral was here, but he and Commander Darkfire didn't get along at all.

[Monfrox]

"So Dyste has psychics too..." Covaci said to herself with her hand on her chin. "The angels are highly trained Special Forces soldiers who have more of a focus on medical expertise than most combat medics. Think something like a field surgeon that can also fight alongside other SOF."

Covaci noted the selection of Indigo Squadron and a few girls from Alpha One as Quentin set out some tea. She and Lieutenant Patterson both took some as Lyakh watched the butler spin the fiery blade in the air.

"Your selections have been noted and we will send word when we get back. Is there any thing else before we establish this joint operation?" The small General asked.

[Dyste]

Kel shook his head, "Aside from making sure some of these angels are present, That will be all for now. You are dismissed." He left the planning room, grabbing a rather unique-looking halberd, its tip wreathed in flames as he went to one of the training rooms.

Quentin sighed, "My apologies, Commander Darkfire is not the most eloquent of speakers. He is a dedicated soldier and a strong fighter, but not a diplomat in the slightest."

"I'll say," Grasha chimed in, "The Admiral says that if he were ever the leader of Dyste, he'd have us at war with everyone in a matter of days. I know he's one of His Majesty's oldest allies, but they argue often on how things are to be handled."

"Thankfully he did not get a say on our foreign policy," Quentin said back, "He is still rather uneasy about calling in foreign aid, but I am certain you will do fine." His grandmother was a foreigner who came to Dyste to help in an earlier conflict with the Empire, and the family had become loyal and proud Dystans ever since. "If you require anything prior to our mission, please tell me and I will get it for you. I am willing to accompany you to see your troops if you wish, unless that goes against your protocol." Admittedly with his skills he could just follow them anyways, but he was not the type to spy on other nations... not unless he was ordered to, anyways.

[Monfrox]

General Covaci put her hand on her chin and nodded in thought as both Patterson and Lyakh seemed to tense up slightly. It was quite the offer but no one had ever been so bold to invite themselves onto a Froxian vessel, and for good reason. Monfrox almost never conducted itself with the nature of other countries in mind, and the few times it had resulted in quite a lot of bad blood. But they weren't here to make enemies, but friends. To have Quentin along would give him quite an insight into the nature of who he was going to be accompanying the troops on this op then he should have introductions out of the way before it began at the very least. Besides, he could hand select the operators he wanted along while he was there. The glaring problem though, was that he wasn't a Froxian, but Covaci would make an exception for him.

"Very well. We shall have you aboard. You'll be able to survey the teams better and make your decision about who you think should go."

Both her guards looked at her with a confused expression, which she sensed and waved them off as she turned around.

"Don't bother arguing it, ladies. Let's go. We'll open up communications with their carrier so long as they don't shoot down the chopper we send in."

Disc 1, Track 1 - Froxian Commandos
There was little talk trough the whole trip, from the drive out to when they got picked up by the Chinook on the beach. It was fairly exciting to fly in it and never had to have stepped out of the vehicle. A Humvee was a tight fit inside the hold, but it did fit. The CH-47 landed on the deck of the carrier after a few hours, and Lyakh drove it out towards the hangar elevator. There was numerous other ships in a picket around the carrier, but they looked rather old despite being retrofitted with upgraded systems. General Covaci led Quentin out to the deck and towards the island.

"You'll have to excuse us. We're not used to having foreigners around, let alone on our aircraft carrier. Don't be afraid if you get weird looks."

And weird looks he did get. Though with General Covaci, it seemed to be weathered. Naval Security troops armed with HK33Es snapped to attention and saluted as they stood aside from their beat patrols as the General approached, but as soon as she had passed they lingered and glowered at Quentin, unsure who he was or why he was here. Every single time, they kept their eyes on him until he had disappeared around a corner or down a staircase. It was quite a walk to get to where they were going, but soon the stuffy and cramped corridors gave way to a large hangar bay that was storing F/A-18s and Sea Hawks and other naval aircraft. But this was also the gathering place for the Spec Ops types on board too. Way in the back, by a group of four Leopard 2A5 tanks, were a motley bunch of soldiers sitting on crates or standing around, checking gear and weapons or eating their lunch.

"And here, is your requested strike package. I figured you'd like to inspect the goods personally." Covaci said behind her, confidently.

Before them, the squads acknowledged the presence of the General, but went about their business as usual until she waved one over. A tall brunette with short cut hair and light brown eyes walked over. She wore a splinter camouflage combat uniform that had it's sleeves rolled. Her fox ears and tail indicated she was from Alpha One.

"Yes, General?"

Covaci stood beside her and held her hand out to Quentin. "This is your new advisor for the operation. Say hello and introduce him to your squad. He's handpicking the soldiers who are going."

"Yes ma'am." The woman shook hands and gave Quinten a curious look. "I'm Sergeant Pitt, Recon, Alpha One. Squad leader." She turned around and went down the line of the other soldiers.

"The one over there," She pointed to a girl with longer red hair and a blue eye and green eye, currently eyeing up the woman next to her with a mischievous grin on her face. "Is Private Alekhin. Seems to have concerned herslf with explosives mainly. Next to her," She pointed at the bleach blonde who smacked Alekhin's hand as it reached over for her thigh. "Is Corporal Sommer. She's my right hand gal. A bit uptight sometimes. From there," She moved her finger over to a dirty blonde who had her breaching shotgun in pieces on her lap "Is Private First Class Zweig. Our pointman. And last but not least," She gestured to the taller girl with jet black hair and red eyes who seemed to be in a sort of meditation on top of a large ammunition crate. "Is Private First Class Starke, our marksman."

Pitt turned Quentin's attention to the other squad to the left. One girl with blonde hair in a pony tail was currently holding her arms out as a canteen went back and forth between them like she was tossing it but never touched them, curiously enough.

"Those ladies are with the advanced Combat Unit. Real special bunch. We don't know a lot about them but by the way they act, you can tell they've got a different style. Our tankers are in the back with their tanks and they don't like nobody, really. If you see a big woman with short red hair that looks like she benches for competition, that's their platoon leader: Staff Sergeant Hawkins. Other than that, the sniper team is up top practicing their marksmanship skills from a moving platform on a moving target, and the angels and dragons went out to stretch their wings but..." She looked behind them. "Ah, there they are now."

It wasn't hard to tell who was an angel and who was a dragon, as the shorter bunch had white feathered wings on their backs along with a standard kit, compared to the much taller women that had scales on their own wings and horns on their heads along with their heavy plated armor. Indigo's Squadron Leader was a curious one. Compared to the others, she had both dragon horns and fox ears, and had a small tuft of fur at the end of her tail. She too, like Alekhin, had heterochromia. She walked over to her unit's designated area and hefted up a 6P62 anti-material assault rifle by the carry handle as her eyes flicked between Quentin, Pitt, and Covaci. The angels all sat around with each other and seemed to be rather disinterested with the whole situation.

"That's Captain Resalth Mondlicht, Indigo's Squadron Leader. She doesn't say a lot. Not to us. With her is the rest of Indigo, First Lieutenant Nachtigall Indigo 2, Second Lieutenant Messer Indigo 3, and Senior Master Sergeant Grauwespe Indigo 4. Not much but watch out for Messer, she's got a mean streak and she enjoys it." As if to cue that she heard Pitt, Messer looked over with a toothy grin and gave something between a sigh and a grunt as fire puffed out of her mouth before dissipating in the air. She was currently holding a full-length KS-23 shotgun with an extended magazine tube and her armor had multiple visible shell caddies for shotgun shells and 40mm grenade rounds.

"The Angels are a bit...aloof. Can't even get any of them to tell us their names. The four of them are over there. Any of 'em are as good as they say, I guess." Pitt shrugged. "Well, that's us. You need anything else?"

"I think that'll be enough, thank you Sergeant Pitt." General Covaci waved her off and she went back to her team. "Take your time, take your pick."

[Dyste]

Quentin had mostly stayed quiet throughout the trip himself, merely taking in what find of people these Froxians seems to be. Whatever his thoughts were at the time, though, were not being shared with anyone. If one was perceptive, he appeared to have a golden stone poking out of his pocket, though he slipped it back into the pocket when it seemed like it would fall out from the trip.

"I understand it may be an odd occurrence to have a foreigner onboard a military vessel, but be assured that I am not here to cause any issues, merely to view our potential team." The looks he had gotten didn't appear to faze him any, he gave a slight smile as he passed by.

When it came to handshaking, he was all too familiar with the foreign custom; they weren't really done in Dyste, due the wildly different sizes of the species there it seems impractical at times, but he had met with several foreign dignitaries, and done some missions in other nations as well. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Sergeant. It seems you have a fine team gathered here."

Watching over the different soldiers, he kept quiet during their introduction, aside from bowing his head to the members. "I see you have a lot of excellent warriors for our mission. I do have to wonder..." he took out the stone from his pocket, and held it upward. "I was thinking of perhaps saving this, but I my curiosity is getting the better of me..." A pair of golden dragon wings emerged from his back, and covered his body. When they unfurled, a golden dragon appeared. It seemed Quentin was no ordinary elf, as if it wasn't obvious already. "Would anybody care to test their skills against me? It has been a while since I have been able to cut loose like this."

[Monfrox]

Sergeant Pitt looked to her team and shook her head no, which most of the others had felt the same way. Most, except for Messer who walked right over while cracking her knuckles and grinning wildly.

"So what, big guy thinks we're all talk, eh?" She jeered.

She had that fiery look in her eye, just like an attack dog ready to be set off its leash. But Covaci held her hand up.

"That's quite enough, Lieutenant." The General stated neutrally.

Messer looked down from her 7' 4" stature and regarded the General with contempt. But, she was a General for a reason, and Messer didn't feel like being embarrassed in front of a foreigner. She huffed and walked back to join the rest of her squadron.

"I do hope you'll forgive me, but I feel that such brashness is a bit unbecoming of one asking for our help. Should fighting be done, it should be done cooperatively. We don't need to breed animosity over sore feelings when we're supposed to be working together, now do we?"