Jakora looked rather different to her patchwork armour she had before, instead being clad in a drab gunmetal grey (chiefly because she hadn't decided to go for either Empire standard paint, or personal heraldry yet) armour that while a little more 'bulky' (as much as that word could describe anything made by the Starlens) than her former combat armour was, it was clearly more protective in combat. Furthermore the suit came with surprisingly ornate golden detailing, ranging from floral-esque flowing lines to more utilitarian markings that denoted her status as a Royal Guard.

While anyone that wished to use technological scanners upon the Starlen would find it rather hard to distinguish between the suit and its wearer owning to how the two seemed interconnected seamlessly, she had quickly looked at the other solders, and could very well pick up on their emotions as Empathy was being a potent sense. Hence why she was blocking those emotions out for it wasn't really her place to become a therapist for every soldier of the Federation, as much as they might need a shoulder to cry on.

While browsing the information pertaining to her mission that had been uploaded to the suit, she merely commented with her voice to everyone present "Well, I'd like to see him explain how Pyrokinetic Backlash counts as 'extreme methods.' Anyways, I suppose we should get some extra help before we go and investigate.... Something doesn't seem right, and before you ask, I'd rather get more people of our caliber beside us than see who we scrounge along the way."

Meanwhile, the Royal Guard telepathically suspended one of her other new toys, a Starlen coil-rifle and her rail-pistol upon a plane of Psychic energy that could hold both tools of war. Her claws played around with various mod combinations being attached and removed from each gun, as if she was trying to decide how to specialize her rifle and pistol, while she had the luxury of time to chose.

Vaadh inclined her head as she listened to the Wessari's briefing, averting her eyes towards the ground. It had always helped her listen, even though not affording eye contact was seen as disrespectful among thans and military. She could not deny that the ways of the aliens were strange, but in an environment where Vaadh was sure she would offend someone's cultural sensibilities, the aging Adherent decided to go for her personal, optimal solution.

Wearing her than cloak over her armour again, she slowly walked through the room. Helmet under her arm, the Reaver took in the environs, circling around the holo-array as Jakora spoke. A notification in her suit's internal long-range comms sent a vibrating sensation through her wrists, and with a quick spin of her hand, she conjured the holographic torrent of Letheian glyphs in front of her face, secure in her assumption that nobody here could read them, and even then, not caring about who would read it: Her close personal friend and fellow clan-member Kiisk, an artisan gunsmith, had received the rifle she'd sent her, to submit the weapon of war to her knowing caress. The white woman smiled; Kiisk was excellent at her work. Her hand sank to her side, dispelling the characters and settling on the new addition at her hip; a flamethrower, of older make but reliable, a serendipitous find in her personal cache that she had finally remembered the passcode for.

@Maleth
Her eyes eventually settled on the sleekly-armoured Starlen commander. "Would you define 'our caliber', Jakora?", she asked, as ever unfailingly polite. Or maybe detached; Vaadh knew that her coldness was a symptom of her age, but she still looked like a younger Adherent, and for those who knew of their usually brash temperament, it may have been a surprising quirk. "And, on that note, explain your feelings? My ear for the spirit-whispers is not keen, that is to say, my intuition fails me."

Baron after completing there mission and having a secure area to himself had begun conversing with the fleet over head talking transmitting data from there mission and communing with other Survivors of the purge on how to find more efficient ways in the future to begin a purge even suggestions of gear re questions and training there basic soldiers in the training of there purifiers, when it came in even reports of purfiers turning and even a observer recording being released to them of a purifier being infected from a unnormal means it had called caused quite a buzz within the military and science community on how to fix, or even prevent infection in the future besides simple shots as it appeared the infection could even jump barriers of species and flesh and that of metal and armor.

The buzz and all that information was noticed by many though through it all Barron and several other individuals being, Korins, Observers, Spies from other empires, and possibly even lurking federation higher ups were taking information from the conversation and useful data that was actually being produced and ideas that came up on how to better purge the morphos or protect against them. As this went on Barron himself began designing and drafting up a project with enough possible time and design he might be able to re question resources from the Korin fleet for a prototype to make a device to help protect themselves or there own troops in a better way then they currently had and to make adept with dealing with the morpho threat.

It would be several hours before Baron returned to his body and matters at hand he awoke as a alarm went off in his head and Jorris himself waking him up as his bodies needs would be needed to tended to along with taking care of himself.


As Baron finished up tending to his business he would meet with the others and the fleet admiral, for Congratulations and reprimands for there mission before the Centaruion cyborg would nod to these comments taking in the information for there next mission into the bottem of the colony ship as well as a comment that caught his ear about the possibility of the morphos possessing intelligence beyond that of what was believed before or there possibly being a larger creater under the earth, Either answer would be bad news for them, either the Morphos were much more intelligent then they thought which would lead to the question of how intelligent were they and how intelligent they could become? or there was a large creature under the colony ship that would ask the question of how it got there, what was it, and was it infected as well as how they would have to deal with it?.

All these questions baron kept in his mind as many of them got ready to deploy, from the looks of the others many of them had gotten new gear from there empires or had likely picked up things for requisitioning that may aid them for the next mission. Baron kept his gear to what it was knowing it would hold out for him still as it proved effective before.

Cero had been in silent thought ever since their latest briefing had started. He had spent most of the calm after the mission meditating and training. Something primal and ferocious had almost surfaced during it, the Rukian warrior was uncertain of what it had been but it had shaken him. Such weakness was unacceptable when they were facing a crisis such as this. He could only hope it was but a fleeting moment of battlefield stress or something.

The Slayer swordspear was held in half tense hands, fingers flexed around it's haft while Thunderhunter scowled at the holograms before them.
When his PDA bleeped as it received the mission details, he languidly picked it up and ran a hand through his mohawk, four red eyes taking in the information.

"She just is loathe to venture into the unknown with so little data, what with her race facing extinction and all that."
Cero swiped through a few pages of info, which wasn't much apparently before raising his gaze from his PDA.
"Why not go in prepared? At least we'll be delivering more food to their lairs by going there with our best in tow, think on the positives."
@Maleth @Casavay

His PDA bleeped again, he quickly glanced at it. It was a picture from home, his concubines had finally finished that flowerbed Cero had mentioned idly once in breakfast. He so wanted to be home and not here facing monsters and strangers. The Rukian Lieutenant pocketed the PDA and sighed again, tribal charms clattered gently against his vambrace with his movements.

Shay had left quickly after the briefing had ended, going down to her quarters and started filling out a long and ornate looking Trelvani requisition form. It was for permission to start to build her own personal mobile HQ/one man operable command tank, able to house her and a small force on long distance away missions, the first part would be obtaining the custom made chassis and bodywork for an enlarged super heavy version of the standard Trelvani APC/MBT.
She also requisitioned new armour that would allow her to directly interface with trelvani tech systems and would have an improved power plant.
She did all this in complete silence her eyes almost vacant looking as she finished her request forms and sent them off, before reporting her failings in the mission to Trelvani high command, such failings as using an incendiary at the wrong time, and missing an unforgivable amount of shots taken. such crimes against martial perfection she expected would be dealt with when she returned to the fleet.

"Our calibre as in fellow Lieutenants, even if they're merely combat capable pilots and as for my feeli-" Jakora replied to Vaadh ( @Casavay ), before she stopped to trill dejectedly at Cero's comment, which lead her it finish with "Never mind, it was a gut instinct of experience and not what a Seer or, for the less formal of us, a precognitive psychic would state."

She had finished with her weapon modification, having settled for a balanced setting of a single damage, accuracy, range, rate of fire, capacity and reload mod for both her rifle (a magnetic coil variant on the typical rail-rifle, trading raw damage for rate of fire) and her pistol. This was on top of granting both guns select-fire capabilities (a separate feature to prevent the wrong hands from getting access to automatic weaponry, like prisoners or slaves).

After stowing the weapons on their magnetic holsters on her armour and cancelling out the plane of energy she had used, the Royal Guard then said, particular to the Ruk ( @Wata )
"That preparation, Cero was why I suggested grabbing more Lieutenants. Because if you asked me professionally, if we took a small army of tag-along soldiers along like we had done with the Defence Matrix, we'd very likely attract too much unwanted attention to make mission success... Feasible. Blood begets blood, after all."

"What a disappointed tone spiced with hostility that you have with me."
Cero swiped the tip of his snout with his thumb and returned a neutral deadpan stare to Jakora.
"Good, anger will keep the horror at bay for a moment once we're out on the field again."
Cero shifted his weight to his other leg and put the spear at rest on his shoulders over his head, his arms hanging on it's haft by his wrists.
"Besides, I said the best, not a small army. It's Four Wisdoms, not Four Fools."
At the end, Cero had a smile on his face. He really wasn't afraid of getting backstabbed by Jakora, but the one good thing about Starlens was they were fun to banter and argue with.
@Maleth

It was something of a mock gesture - although in good humour - but Vaadh bowed in response to the Starlen's reply. "I understand."

Once she had straightened herself, and listened to the brief exchange between the Ruk and Jakora, the white-skinned commander shrugged briefly, taking note of the provocation that had occurred between the two of them with a smirk that, as it grew, eventually showed off the sextet of fangs all Adherents possessed. "By my standards - may I suggest? - we are a small army already. What else would you call -" She paused to visibly count the present Lieutenants, pointing each one out with her index finger and muttering in the Letheian language under her breath "-nine Champions?"

"Oh good, I suppose seeing your brain cells at work if it really is Four Wisdoms, and not the more literature title appealing name of Four Fools is a good sign of things to come. But I swear my own brain cells were about to audibly commit apoptosis one by one, for I was not in anger but despair."
Jakora replied, rising to the jabs from the Ruk ( @Wata ). Suffice to say, there was a underlying humor in her voice this time around, like she was not so concerned about winning the debate as much as having fun for the moment.

But then the Adherent stepped in with that mouth of fangs, to which the Royal Guard replied, in her same tone of jest "A few Champions short of a picnic." ( @Casavay ) She then cleared her throat and said without the humor "On a more serious note, I still don't think that's enough firepower. I'd rather be over-gunned than under-gunned when facing the Morphos."

Habevi stood among the rest of them, his arms folded and listening to everything the Wessari was saying without distraction. When the hologram saluted, the Auger saluted back out of force of habit, after the hologram shut off, his arms went down to his sides and then back to being folded rather quickly. He walked to a nearby seat and sat down with a thud inspecting his improved armour for any flecks of paint that might of been peeling off while at the same time listening in on the conversation the others were having.

"No matter how many weapons we possess starlen we will have the correct correct amount of them." He looks up to face Jakora. "I do not believe our superiors would intend for us to advance without the correct amount of equipment. suicide missions are not a intelligent strategy... In this stage of the war anyway."
@Maleth

He gave up looking for impurities on his armour and sat up in his chair and stared in the general direction of the Starlen waiting for a response or perhaps he was staring of into nothing. You could not really tell with the four eyed helmet in the way.