OOC: And therefor you meant monkeys in low gothic Su'iris growled at the fools and turned away from them, walking to a corner of the room. "The Farseers decision of what is going to happen, you have my opinion. I start to regret to have left Arach-Qin."
Jun'Razar openly displayed his disdain toward the Guardian and took his seat once again. At the very least the Swooping Hawk seems to have some sense concerning the Mon'Keigh - he has seen war, most likely, he knows what they're like.
Shook his head and took a seat himself, glancing between the Guardian and Warlock with a roll of his eyes, hand resting on his own blades pommel now. "Anyways Caerys, anything else on the agenda we should know about? Approaching fleets? Strange anomalies? "
The Storm Guardian leaned with her back against the wall at the far corner and put her helmet on, crossing her arms and staring upon Caerys. Not judging who should lead, just hoping it is not the Warlock.
"The planet is due reinforcements but we have more than ample amount of time to accomplish our mission. As of right now, no strange anomalies." She then addressed the Strikeforce as a whole. "Any idea who you would like to lead you this time?"
"Your former leader lies in coma," Jun'Razar intervined, "Your combat capabilities are unknown to me, I will not be of any assistance in this."
Teras glanced about at those he had already served alongside for a moment before shifting forward some. "Well if those who I've served alongside thus far would have it, then I'll step up for the role. " His expression was neutral, almost entirely blank beyond the slight shift of his brows as they knitted together in thought.
"Are you an experienced leader?" Jun'Razar asked and pointed at Teras, this mission might not be the best time to start learning.
