[hr][CENTER][h1][u]Elliot Braide //[/u][color=007236][u] ROOK[/u][/color][/h1]
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For the most part Elliot had been quiet after the briefing. Part of it was nerves, yeah definitely nerves. First planetfall drop, and on top of that this was technically a spec ops style operation in a sense and therefore carried an entirely different ruleset than what Elliot had anticipated. For starters he’d been a bit taken aback when ordered to ignore friendlies over their primary objective. Elliot of course wouldn’t argue or question his commands but it did register in his brain as unusual. Then again when given the opportunity to join a standard squad he’d opted to find himself in something a little more prestigious and thus different rules came with the territory. It likely would just take some time for Elliot to find his groove as far as this kind of stuff was concerned.

For now he remained quiet as he listened to the rest of the squad banter of their shared mission history. To be honest Elliot couldn’t help but feel a little outside the group, but that likely was just the way things were in this line of work. Elliot was in the big leagues and that came with its own set of rules, something he’d have to get accustomed to.

The Venator was the last MAS to approach and secure itself to the drop plate like the rest of the squad. As he went through the pre-flight checks the rest of the squad shared a few tidbits about an operation on Targovo, a MAS drop with no drop plates with what sounded like an objective to secure a VIP. Talk about intense, hopefully Elliot wouldn’t have to do something that crazy any time soon.

[color=007236]“Rook ready.”[/color] He stated simply as his pre-flight checks all came back green.