[center][h1][color=#DAEE01][b]Salvator Rasch[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Salvator looked over the data-spool intently, committing as much of the mission data to memory as he could. Based on what the intel stated...this was going to be a close-quarters nightmare. Investigating a half-trashed space wreck? One of this size? It'd be nothing but endless corners and tight cover all the way inside. The purple ethereal disturbances on the holograph very much weren't helping his tactical analysis of the situation. As if the tight quarters weren't bad enough, especially considering the bulk of some of their best operators, there was ethereal interference to deal with as well?

God in the Void, this was going to be a [i]shitfest[/i]. Salvator let his face fall into a frown beneath his sealed mask, very much not looking forward to this mission at all. Nonetheless, he had his duty. They all had their duty, unwilling and reticient as some among the squad might be. And wasn't that something that they just didn't have the time to sort out? Just another day in the life.

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Do we have any preliminary readings of the ethereal disturbances past the fact that they exist? Doesn't bode well that the station's natives are avoiding them."[/b][/color] Salvator inquired after the floor was opened, nodding his head towards the holograph readout. [color=#DAEE01][b]"Furthermore, what's our criteria for objective completion? Are we to retrieve the research vessels' data, or just confirm their existence?"[/b][/color]