The info coming from the planet was worrisome. SG teams in general weren't equipped to take on armor outside of guerrilla tactics. "Move us to low orbit, see if we can lay eyes on the enemy." Black ordered. There was something wrong with this setting, and she intended to find out what. "On screen, ma'am."
Having a look at the display, Kat overlaid a dimension grid over the screen. "That's too big to have come through the gate." she realized. That meant that either it was local, which she doubted, or, given the debris in orbit, a ship - or ships - dropped the armor off. "Alright people, change of plans. Drop the cloak and scan with everything we got. If somebody lingered to observe, I want them found. Stay sharp, we know little about this enemy so have the shields up and guns warm."
"The ground teams are not to engage the enemy - what are those even, drones? Have them observe and spot and let our railguns and piranhas pick them off for them. Have the missiles target outside of inhabited areas, and guns putting precision shots in where needed. Notify the ground teams of the nature fo the enemy and see if you can find out a pattern in their movements."
Turning to the now arriving Fowler, she nodded: "I'd like you to write down your opinions in detail, but that can wait. Go freshen up, you might be launching again depending on how the situation develops." she instructed and went back to see if the sensors picked up anything.