The silent descending form of the White Emperor cut a striking figure as it descended onto the EF's base, Jaburo in the middle of the Amazon jungle. The headquarters was camouflaged by the lush green terrain with only the rocky entrance to the underground mega-city barely perceivable. Sending the answer code to the electronic query by the Federation, a large hole opened out beneath Jace's machine. 

Jace could see a multitude of Federation personnel gathered below him. It was no surprise, he was quasi-famous in several circles, particularly among scientists and engineers just for his unit alone. From his position in the cockpit, they looked like ants milling over a particularly tasty piece of food, waiting for the chance to lay whatever passed as hands on it. Disgusting.

"I wonder how many of these miserable cretins would I be able to squash just by stepping on them", Jace wondered out loud.

"Pilot of UKU-01, please identify yourself before permission is given to disembark off your unit.", came the voice through the comms.

"This is Mercenary Jace Dager, pilot of UKU-01. Authorization code alpha-theta-gamma-alpha-673. Codename Crimson.", Jacen responded, keeping down the tremble of irritation at being questioned every single damn time even if he knew the reasons why.

"Crimson, you have been acknowledged. Proceed towards your designated area and land there."

"Acknowledged.", came his curt reply.

Levitating the White Emperor towards a large designated landing platform surrounded by Federation soldiers, Jacen slowly disengaged the gravity fields, letting the Emperor land. 

Forming around Jacen, the soldiers escorted him towards the nearby barracks, their presence keeping any overly curious bystanders away from him. 
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"Mr Dager we have another assignment for you.", came the voice from the shadowed person in front of him.

"Do we have to keep up this charade General? You know perfectly I know who you are. There's no need to cover yourself up."

"I'm afraid Mr Dager you have me confused."

"Ah plausible deniability. You people never cease to amuse me with your petty games.", Jacen chuckled.

"......"

"Continue please General. Or whatever you prefer to be called."

Grimacing, the figure continued, "Several men believe the Titans are stepping over their bounds as an elite force. We would like you to...remind the Titans of their place, as you may say."

"I see... So, what would you like me to do?"

"Have you ever been to Antarctica?"