As his group came to a halt and the recon team moved ahead, Blade issued orders in concise, short snaps of dialogue.
"Spread out, take cover and watch our approaches. Passive sensors only, and direct comms - we don't know who's out there waiting. Stand ready".
He took the [I]Harlock[/i] to one knee behind an outcropping of rock crowned with wiry shrubs, and switching his sensors to passive mode. Following this, he switched feed to the recon team, and was immediately confronted with a holo-screen image of an attractively plump female feline posterior sashaying it's way across his screen.
"What the hell is this?" he snarled into the mike. "Cut this shit out [i]right now![/i] Get your mind out of her ass, and onto the mission, or I will personally reach through this monitor and throttle you!"

[i]Goddamn kids.[/i]