"I order you to return to a cohesive form and remain so until otherwise ordered, you must also have the bracelet upon your wrist at all times." The commander snapped at bob, allowing him to return to a 'normal' form. "Bloody Moronic fools." he grumbled and looked at a small clipboard, "Only a few more. and yes princess this is the Exalibur team, now sit down and shut up if you know whats good for you." He snapped at Rao "What is this? Special needs school for the retarded?"

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Shiro proceeded to giggle at Bob melting and the insults being hurled at everyone but himself. this however resulted in the clipboard bouncing off his forhead at high speeds. "Ow!" he yelped and the ball/chair pinged back in to its normal shape as his concentration failed.

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"I order you to return to a cohesive form and remain so until otherwise ordered, you must also have the bracelet upon your wrist at all times." The commander snapped at bob, allowing him to return to a 'normal' form. "Bloody Moronic fools." he grumbled and looked at a small clipboard, "Only a few more. and yes princess this is the Exalibur team, now sit down and shut up if you know whats good for you." He snapped at Rao "What is this? Special needs school for the retarded?"Shiro proceeded to giggle at Bob melting and the insults being hurled at everyone but himself. this however resulted in the clipboard bouncing off his forhead at high speeds. "Ow!" he yelped and the ball/chair pinged back in to its normal shape as his concentration failed.

Unlucky looked at the commander with a bit of distain.
"You must be the head of this little order. Please refrain from killing my team mates. Everyone I knew is already dead....I would prefer to make sure these few stay alive." He says with a ting of sadness, and anger.

Syra just sat, watching the commander, scared half to death. She wasn't risking any more incidents, so she just kept still. She was obviously the weakest link when it came to brutal strength and powers in the group, she didn't want any more low ranking titles placed upon her head. After all, this was Excalibur. The best of the best.

"Sit down and shut up. Should be loads of fun." Shrugging, Rao strolled over to an available chair and slid into it. He noticed Syra and nodded to her. " 'Lo, love."

Syra twitched. She was not about to be distracted by another person and lead into another misshapen. She had decided that after the 'bob incident'. The 'Bob incident' was now burned into her memory as a little reminder of how much she hated Bob.

"Put on your man pants and deal sonny, this isn't strawberry feilds, that....thing is what we call round here a Idiot god. Lots of power, no sense. he'll be fine, he'll only die if I shoot him with my pistol. and if it comes to it, pray to whatever pathetic god you have that your not in with him." The commander said and looked Unlucky up and down. "You'll be the crystal boy then. Was told to give you this" he said handing Unlucky a odd looking shovel "Omni-blade shovel. since you like them as weapons the R&D monkeys made one that'll slice steel." he then looked at Rao "if you've got the energy to play stink finger, you've got energy enough to drop and give me fifty."

Rao shrugged. "Axe the friendly chatter, got it," he said, though he grinned. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair; no reason he couldn't enjoy a quick cat nap.

Bob stepped out of the wall once more, and teleported the bracelet to some place quite far from him. He decided Mr Shouty was definitely not a friend. Luckily, he'd been able to melt out of the field. Sighing, Bob sat down on a large sofa he made, blocking the entrance. "Mr Shouty. Stop ordering me around, You forget that I'm not helping your organization because I care about you. Although you do look like you'd be a great kisser. But it's because you asked really nicely. So if you're going to be mean, I'll turn this entire facility into bubblegum." Bob let the threat hang in the air, managing to pokerface for two entire seconds, before Laughing, and teleporting off to prevent his recapture. There was no way Mr Shouty was listening to his threats, but he had to do it at least once. He'd listen from a distance. He'd left behind one of his ears under the floarboards, after all.

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"Put on your man pants and deal sonny, this isn't strawberry feilds, that....thing is what we call round here a Idiot god. Lots of power, no sense. he'll be fine, he'll only die if I shoot him with my pistol. and if it comes to it, pray to whatever pathetic god you have that your not in with him." The commander said and looked Unlucky up and down. "You'll be the crystal boy then. Was told to give you this" he said handing Unlucky a odd looking shovel "Omni-blade shovel. since you like them as weapons the R&D monkeys made one that'll slice steel." he then looked at Rao "if you've got the energy to play stink finger, you've got energy enough to drop and give me fifty."

Unlucky takes the shove, sticking the other one into the floor with realitive ease. He looked it over impressed.
"Impressive." Unlucky says. "But as I said...refrain from harming people just to prove you are in charge. That is a sign of a poor commander." Unlucky says as he walks back to his room carrying both shovels.

Shiro watched Unlucky with a air of slight confusion and worry. "He does realize he's just walked out of the primary briefing for the team's first mission? and just insulted one of the founding Members of the ISF?" he asked no one in-particular. Then looking over who was left in the room he almost moaned. "we're so dead."

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Shiro watched Unlucky with a air of slight confusion and worry. "He does realize he's just walked out of the primary briefing for the team's first mission? and just insulted one of the founding Members of the ISF?" he asked no one in-particular. Then looking over who was left in the room he almost moaned. "we're so dead."

Unlucky returns with his omni-shove instead of his normal shovel.
"Sorry, I needed to put my old weapon back. Never know when you need a back up." He says, not caring about what he had said to the commander.

"Forgive me if I don't give up on the mission before we even have a mission," Rao said. His eyes were still closed, and he was relaxed, as if he didn't care about anything happening around him. He let out a yawn.

"Well, this is probably the best turn out we'll get. I'm only gonna say this once you bunch of.....well god knows what word is bad enough for you lot, but for now I'm just gonna call you buttmunchers." The commander growled and flicked the lights off, turning the projector on. "Your first job is a simple one. You're on a Locate and Extract job, a Huge shipment of high density ores and metals went down over 4612. We have a basic idea of where abouts it went down in that hellhole. Your job is to find it exactly and recover the cargo." He pulled up a slide of a blasted wasteland, the entire area was covered in huge crevasses and boulders larger than most tanks. "This is 4612, or as we like to call it. Sun burn central. it has three suns, each capable of searing your flesh from your bones in a matter of hours, so pack plenty of sunscreen. got it? this is where you say 'sir yes sir' and mean it." He paused long enough for them to respond then continued regardless. "The last transmission was garbled but what we did get from it expect a minor demon presence and the local wildlife ain't to friendly, your just lunch to whatever the hell lives out there. Am I clear?" he paused again.

"Yes Sir" Syra said in a mono tone. She hasn't meant it of course, it was just because she had lead herself into stare that was almost zombie like. She shook her head and repeated "Yes sir!" In a more human voice.

Bob instantly appears, smiling, before quickly bowing down to the Shouty Man. "Sir yes sir!" Bob's clothes are now a military outfit, and it looks quite ridiculous on him, as he is long and lanky, the uniform obviously meant for someone far fatter.

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"Well, this is probably the best turn out we'll get. I'm only gonna say this once you bunch of.....well god knows what word is bad enough for you lot, but for now I'm just gonna call you buttmunchers." The commander growled and flicked the lights off, turning the projector on. "Your first job is a simple one. You're on a Locate and Extract job, a Huge shipment of high density ores and metals went down over 4612. We have a basic idea of where abouts it went down in that hellhole. Your job is to find it exactly and recover the cargo." He pulled up a slide of a blasted wasteland, the entire area was covered in huge crevasses and boulders larger than most tanks. "This is 4612, or as we like to call it. Sun burn central. it has three suns, each capable of searing your flesh from your bones in a matter of hours, so pack plenty of sunscreen. got it? this is where you say 'sir yes sir' and mean it." He paused long enough for them to respond then continued regardless. "The last transmission was garbled but what we did get from it expect a minor demon presence and the local wildlife ain't to friendly, your just lunch to whatever the hell lives out there. Am I clear?" he paused again.

"I might be able to grow some food out their, the suns going to give my powers a slight boost." Unlucky says. He smiles a bit. "This might be fun, as long as no giant fruit juicers show up...." He mutters under his breath.

"Sir, yes, sir," the mage replied. His tone was sincere, though the speed at which he responded left some question about it. "Anything else we should know? Is there a government there? Are they allies or enemies? Will this universe's rules affect our abilities or gear?" All pretense of sleep gone, Rao sat up and looked intently at the commander.

"Well atleast Princess here has some sensible questions." The commander said, handing out some backhanded praise. "No government, its a total wasteland, the solar energy available is non-farmable due to the extreme hostility of the planet. Anything out there that isn't you and moves is probably going to kill you This includes the wildlife. as for gear, all your kit is standardized, as you should know, however no shadow/dark powers work out there because of the power of the stars." He looked round and glared at Shiro "I havn't heard you say a word."

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"Sir. yes. Sir." Shiro said in a base monotone, his eyes fixed on the slide as if taking in every detail hie could.

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"I can't hear you asswipe!" The commander yelled and then changed slide "This is what you'll be taking, a rapid deploy cruiser, you don't need to know shit about it exept that the sleeping quaters are here, the ready room is here, and the drop bay is here. You're expected in hanger eight in fifteen minutes." he turned the lights on and the projector off. "WELL GET GONE!" he roared at anyone left in the room.

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"Well atleast Princess here has some sensible questions." The commander said, handing out some backhanded praise. "No government, its a total wasteland, the solar energy available is non-farmable due to the extreme hostility of the planet. Anything out there that isn't you and moves is probably going to kill you This includes the wildlife. as for gear, all your kit is standardized, as you should know, however no shadow/dark powers work out there because of the power of the stars." He looked round and glared at Shiro "I havn't heard you say a word.""Sir. yes. Sir." Shiro said in a base monotone, his eyes fixed on the slide as if taking in every detail hie could. "I can't hear you asswipe!" The commander yelled and then changed slide "This is what you'll be taking, a rapid deploy cruiser, you don't need to know shit about it exept that the sleeping quaters are here, the ready room is here, and the drop bay is here. You're expected in hanger eight in fifteen minutes." he turned the lights on and the projector off. "WELL GET GONE!" he roared at anyone left in the room.

Unlucky goes to run to the deploy cruiser, only to drop his shovel and trip over it landing square on his face almost cartoonishly.

Bob smiled, as he saluted, and gave the commander a moustache due to Bob's inexplicable sense of humor. Laughing, Bob teleported to a toilet, looking around stupidly. "...... this isn't the hangar!" Sighing, Bob starts turning the toilet into a hangar, before he remembers that he can't replicate the ship. Cursing his horrible sense of direction, Bob floats off to a meeting room, where, with much extravaganza, he starts his quest to find the garage. And possibly get sidetracked. That woman DOES look unhappy, thinks Bob, as he decides to use the catnip trick agan, to a far lesser effect this time.