Silver nodded in agreement with comments and replies of his new pilots, spreading his arms palms up. "Hey, well exactly. I ain't sayin' that there's anythin' to it, an' usin' methods like y'all suggest is exactly what we're gonna be doin' to investigate. But that's only a part of what we're out here for - there's attacks on convoys and small settlements or individual homes and ranches to investigate too. I don't reckon we're gonna be lackin' fer jobs ta do out there. There's groups ta track down and put a stop to, and ta find out where they're gettin' their GEARs and other equipment from too. 'fore all that tho, we gotta get our tactics and routine as a unit pinned down, since none of us have ever worked together before. That'll be the main part of our ops on the journey to the Badlands area we'll be operatin' in... provided nothin' untoward happens first, of course. Anyway - keep askin' questions. I like that in my people, curiosity and makin' sure y'all know what's goin' on is good and it shows intelligence. Great stuff, an' great talkin' with y'all so far. An' nice ta meet ya too".
The fox stood from the chair and took a look around the room, making a small circuit to check in on how everyone was doing in squaring their gear away, and getting ready. He glanced into each of the small rooms and nodded a 'hi' or announced himself with a short greeting or introduction to each of the new squad members, before grabbing a glass of water in the kitchenette. 

A short while later, the hour was up, and Blade checked his PADD. Captain Garrett had co-ordinated with him on the deployment and operation of the Roughriders, and the [i]Parvan's Claw[/i] had taken a course and speed to take her away from the settlements in the immediate area, and from farmland and other well-travelled or managed land, and into open countryside toward the Badlands, giving the unit a chance to mount up and deploy. The Landship had made good speed, and was only a short time and distance away from the point where Blade wanted to mobilise the squadron.
"Okay, everyone," he called loudly across the room. "Look alive - get your GEAR harnesses on and yer pilot suits. Suit up for a briefing in ten minutes. Time for your first exercise!"
The one-eyed fox made his way into his own room and quickly donned his pilot suit and headed down to the operations shop to sign out his pilots' harness and helmet, before making his way to the squadrons' briefing room. He stood to one side of the wall screen, at the front of the room with its' rows of chairs, and waited for his unit to arrive.