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

A barely-concealed, long-suffering sigh beneath his faceplate. A shared misery of field-level command. The Morse code blips resumed. 

[color=#DAEE01][i]Trying. You know how it is with some of these brought into the fold. No discipline in their background.[/i][/color] He turned away from the workbench, giving King a curt nod of acknowledgement at his words, before looking to Kleo and Rho-Hux, raising his voice just enough to be firm.

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Alright, break it up. If the two of you want to pick a fight together, do it when we're not about to have each others' lives in our hands. I'd like to see all of us come back from this alive, and that means not causing a shitstorm before the mission even begins."[/b][/color] The voidhanger veteran slung his sawed-off up, pulling his pistol out and making a show of double-checking it. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"This isn't the regular forces. Less regs means more latitude for judgment. Do something out there that endangers your squadmates, and no one will be complaining if there's one more free spot on the shuttle ride home. I don't care how you got here: we all do our jobs correctly together or we all die together. Don't be a buddyfucker by picking a fight you didn't need to. That's my last word on the subject."[/b][/color]

With his piece said, Salvator moved towards the other side of the armory, picking out a spare, secure communicator. Three buzzes to King later, and he'd eventually plant it on Echo before they embarked.

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One click on his comms from Salvator in acknowledgment of the commands given before radio silence was enforced. He readied his shotgun, looking to the remainder of the squad he'd found himself in charge of. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Right. I'm sure you all know how close-quarters breaches go: it's a nightmare. Heads on a swivel in there, and keep an eye out for your buddies. Any of us go down, the rest of us are suddenly a lot more vulnerable. Lock and load, people."[/b][/color]

He didn't like the entrances they had. Residual energy weapon particles after this long? A miraculously untouched drone port? The damn orb? Time to pick the least worst option. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Ingress through the hatch. Others are too suspicious. We'll rotate who's on point as we go through, no sense killing any single one of us from the stress. Rho-Hux, you're up first. Let's keep it quiet as best we can."[/b][/color]