[center][h3]CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS[/h3][/center]

Sagan sighed as the rookie decided to ask a rather uncomfortable question. For the kid, at least. This sort of op was old hat to Sagan himself at this point, no matter how much he disliked it.

[b]"On the record, you do what High Command says. You got that? They tell you to shit, you ask how many logs to drop."[/b] His voice lowered. [b]"Off the record, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the mission, do what you want. Spec ops get some amount of leeway, and combat telemetry can always take battle damage."[/b]

Don't be stupid, kid. Get the message. He wasn't explaining any further than that. 

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Once the squad got back into their cockpits, Sagan busied himself with preflight checks while keeping an ear on comms. Once Sabine started bitching again, he snorted.

[b]<< It worked, didn't it? We barely got shot at on that descent. Course, if you'd rather be swiss cheese, I'm sure the Coalies'd oblige you kindly if I asked them [i]real nice[/i]. >>[/b]

Targovo had been a twofer. Taking the time to plate up was seconds they hadn't had. They'd barely made it to the VIP before he got shot up in the first place as it was. That, and AA on-site was legitimately dense enough that the increased radar cross-section the plates gave them without any support units would've been suicide. 

[b]<< Anyways, get your game faces on, boys and girls! Planetfall in two! Remember your training, and you'll take at least three of 'em with you when you get shot up! >>[/b] He chortled, gallows humor always relaxing him ever so slightly before a drop. That said, he switched comms to private for a moment, opening up a line to Leah without any background chatter.

[b]<< Hex, Vulture. Got your med chit. You let me know [i]the goddamn second[/i] you feel something's off with you. No tough guy shit, you hear me? Don't need to be losing anyone out there if we don't have to. >>[/b]