Silverwind looked over as the new arrivals presented themselves, all of them looked a mix of eager, and uncertain. He could understand that; being uprooted from ones' squad to be bought here and put through a hard training regime to join a unit you'd never heard of was enough to rustle anyone's jimmies. And especially when the landcruiser that turned up was the LDF's 'black sheep'; the [i]Claw[/i] being infamous for being one-of-a-kind, and somewhat unwanted by everyone. Nonetheless, as his eye fell upon Patricia at the front of the assembly, a flicker of a smile ghosted across his pointed muzzle in recognition. He knew that while she'd have put them through the proverbial wringer, she'd have also made sure they had a good vibe about why they were doing it. 
He gave a brief nod to her, before returning the deluge of salutes he received with a smart one of his own.
"At ease, people," he said with a slight smile and a nod, before turning his attention to Patricia's report and listening intently. Her look didn't escape his notice, and he quietly filed away the firm idea to have a personal catch-up with the feline within the next 24 hours. As she finished her run-down of the group, he nodded in satisfaction. 
"Thank you, Onyx," he said, recalling her handle from their earlier encounters. "I've got no doubt you've bought everyone up to speed. And I'm glad you'll be joining us too". Turning his attention to the group as a whole, he raised his voice a little to carry over the sound of the work of unloading the landcruiser beginning behind them. 
"Welcome to the Roughriders," he said loudly, and with a confident, firm tone. "We're not what you'd call a conventional unit by any stretch of the imagination. Our role is pretty broad; one mission could have us operatin' well within Landrens' borders. The next could be skirting the border, or out in the reaches of the badlands, huntin' down bandits. Right now, we're starting to find ourselves wrapped up in somethin' so big, that, well. A whole lotta everythin' could be at stake. Needless to say though, y'all wouldn't be here if I, and the brass above me, didn't think you couldn't hack it, or that yer skills and records didn't show you weren't suited fer the job." He paced a few steps back and forth in front of them, single eye roving over their faces and postures as he spoke, directing the conversation at each and all of them to keep them involved and attentive. 
"I know y'all have been put through th' wringer by Major Archer here, and you came out on top of that. I'm sure the last thing y'all wanna hear is more training, but it's only so as y'all get used to workin' with the rest of this bunch of mine, and we can give you a taster of how the Roughriders run things. I can promise you though: in a few days time, we're gonna be receivin' a full briefin' that'll blow yer mind. Even I don't have the full details, but there's sure as hell big things afoot. In the meantime, we gotta landcruiser to unload!".
Blade set to giving them all tasks to help with unloading of the [i]Parvan's Claw,[/i] detailing them to assist with the un-shipping of whatever equipment, supplies and other items were aboard the pocket-battleship, throwing himself into the job along with them.

***

Aboard the bridge of the ship, captain Garrett leaned on the helm station on the land-vessels' bridge. The crew had mostly been assigned to other positions, now that the ship was in dock. Her major role would be liason and communication at this point, as her ship was no longer out in the field. Given the sheer scale of unloading taking place, she was baffled by how in-depth the refit was due to be. More so, as she'd been directed that, upon unloading of the GEARs, aircraft, and all of the ships' other stores and supplies, it was to proceed further into the base, into the full maintenance area, which meant a large-scale refit was due. She hadn't even seen the plans yet - whatever it was though, it would be something quite drastic and striking. That was interesting to her, very much so, as the [i]Claw[/i] had always been an oddity among the Landren land-ship fleet. A one-of-a-kind vessel, the first and only of her class; her sister ships cancelled before their hulls were laid down, and hers only completed because it was too expensive to scrap. Now, the 'odd ship' of the LDF was having enough money and materiel spent on it to do something to improve its' abilities and capabilities? There must be something in mind. Something in the intel they'd passed on had - understandably - shook something loose up the chain of command, and the Roughriders and the [i]Claw[/i] had been chosen to head up the response.
Well, that suited her just fine. They had some payback to dish out, and if they were going to do it in person, then so much the better.
Her heart sank a little, however, as she watched cranes and trucks move in to remove the GEARs and aircraft complement from the ship; the [i]Claw[/i] and herself would't be with them for the first stages. Shored up in a maintenance facility and under rebuilding, they'd have to live the strike back vicariously through messages from Blade and the rest until the refit was done.
Turning her attention back to the net terminal on the bridge, she began to review the endless administration work that went with a return to the docks.

***

Blade assembled the squad at the foot of the [i]Claw's[/i] ramp and issued them tasks. Seeing how they handled a situation like this would be good; it'd show him how well everyone could work together and adapt to new tasks. 
"All right folks, here's what we've got in store. Nawlin, Vega, Lang and Sergios. Mount up in your GEARs, you'll be assisting the weapons and ord teams with down-loading the [i]Claws'[/i] VLS munitions and the ammo for her main batteries. A delicate touch will be required at all times, of course, an' I'm sure yer capable fer the task.
"Hildebrand, Nordegg an' Aihara. Y'all are assitin' with regular logistics, movin' the heavy equipment and cargo into or outta the [i]Claw[/i] as required. Report ta Major Brownden, an' he'll direct the three of ya to where yer GEARs are needed.
"Maxwell, Jacquo an' Abraeven - you three take care of makin' sure our personal gear is squared away inta the barracks correctly, an' that we're all set up with the right facilities. We're goin' ashore fer a spell, an' I don't want us to be havin' to scrabble around findin' out where everythin' is, or makin' sure our unit ain't on the right records. Also, while yer at it, make sure our personal firearms are all checked in properly offa the ships' armoury and inta the bases' one." He nodded at the three of them, and then turned to Archer. "Archer, y'all are wi' me. You've been here longer, so y'all can direct me to the ops building, so we can report in with the base CO and get an idea on what's goin' down." He gestured to them all to disperse. "Off ya go then, kids. Have fun..."

He watched them disperse, and then looked to the black feline for a lead, nodding to her. "Well, lead the way..."