[IC] The New Templars

[OwO]

Julis turned to Eirwen. "No... Not work..." Julis said, his voice quiet. He took out a small and unremarkable ballpoint pen, and a thin piece of paper, browned from time. He began to scrawl on it. His pen was moving fast. It was almost a scribble, but numbers appeared. Many numbers, in fact. Julis kept on writing. The numbers scrawled on the papers seemed to be in a shape. What shape was it? It wasn't very orthodox. It wasn't a shape. It was many shapes coming together. It appeared to be an object, but what object? More numbers were drawn, and the shape took form. It was the space station they were on. The left side had pretty high numbers, but not as high as the middle, top, or right side. Julis passed the paper to Eirwen to disprove he idea.

[Scrub Mage]

Cesare looked at what Julis had scrawled and tried to wrap his mind around it. Tried. Didn't succeed. So instead of trying to explain it, he turned back to Isaac. "I enjoy a good space walk. I'm going with Julis. Like always." He said, with his voice gruff and riddled with spite. He shifted as he turned back to look at Julis and his strange scrawling. Cesare wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't necessarily dull either. But his brother was a wiz with numbers and it was rather hard for Cesare to wrap his mind around what Julis was going on about. Math wasn't his strong point either, instead he focused on his religious studies. He relied on Julis for the numbers. Cesare was mostly listening for now, so he did little beyond that.

[Avanhelsing]

Ben looked down and snapped his fingers sadly. He looked at the group. "20 hours with just us. Okay I am going to give us about 10 hours before we are lunging at each other's throat for something to do at least." He grumbled. He hated being in tight areas he could not escape from. Again that messed with his plans completely. He looked around. "Well since we all seem to be ready shouldn't we just go now?"

[Vilhelm]

Jason Jason pulled the chip that contained Adam out of the Holo-table and slid it into its proper place in his helmet with a sigh, before tucking said helmet under his arm and gesturing towards the door. "Thank you for the update, Ronmel and Klaus. We've dealt with worse chances. Now you're both dismissed. Check your gear, and meet me in the courtyard in twenty minutes. The craft should have arrived by then. Make sure to take a piss before we go." And with that, he strolled out of the hall, heading off to follow his own orders and check his gear. Isaac Isaac -was- about to answer Eirwen's question as to why. Then Julis did his... Number thing. Whenever he saw the little man at it, he was invariably reminded of a movie back from the twentieth century that he was fond of- The Matrix, he remembered. ".... What Julis said. But, in my own words, I want them at the bottom because the bottom is smaller. There's only one big room at the bottom tip of this station, and it's the mess hall. Plenty of tables and counters for cover, lots of open space. If -anybody- is sent our way, it won't be run of the mill soldiers. Or at least, not -just- run of the mill soldiers. Anybody that survives a trip onto this station will probably need to be dealt with directly by us. And I like to choose my own battlegrounds. Somewhere I can swing a sword and still have room to shoot is preferable." There wasn't any need to specify who he felt would be sent after them. JCS was an important station. If anybody came, it would be Templars.... And more than likely, it would be the best of the Templars, which meant Isaac's own brother and his team. "Besides, if worst comes to worst, we can break the mess level off from the rest of the station. Whole thing acts like a shuttle, pops down to the Moon at the touch of a button. Every level does, actually. Just goes from the bottom up."

[Tetisheri]

Eirwen took the paper, only a little hint of curiosity in her eyes. Julis always had some interesting ideas, and she found it satisfying, when she could figure them out. The numbers on the paper didn't tell her much. They were not higher than 100 which made her think of percentages. Only, percentages of what? Since the lowest numbers were forming the bottom, the tactician figured out they were the best. Isaac's comment only confirmed her guess. She didn't need more. And she wasn't about to argue. She provided her opinion, and if their chief considered it invalid, well, it might have hurt her pride, if she had it. But she didn't, so she only nodded. "I only hope that the Templars won't consider the space to swing their swords as convenient as you do." she said looking straight at Isaac. Neither her tone nor her words as their were showed any disobedience, yet there was something behind her cold eyes that could provoke some questions. Breaking the eye contact, Eirwen lowered her head slightly. "I will see that everything is prepared and that the equipment is moved." She raised her eyes on Isaac again and gave him another strange look before turning to McDougal.

Only then she found it proper to pay attention to him. "He is nervous," Athena whispered in her ear, "his heartbeat and blood pressure are higher than usually." Not that it was something new. McDougal was almost always like that when it came to talking with her, and since it was their first time working closely together it was to be expected. Especially, since it looked as if Eirwen wasn't even listening to his plan. She was, however, even while talking to Isaac. "I agree that we should surround the station," she told him, "but the shape should be modified. There also should be an emergency tunnel to guarantee the safe draw-back, if needed. And I would need the detailed descriptions of all the kinds of traps you are planning to use, working stuff, power of detonation, and quantity. I believe, you won't have any trouble on setting them up personally, will you?"

[Warbozz]

McDougal felt something akind to relief when Eirwen didn´t tear his plans to shreds at the first opportunity, he silently nodded to everyone at the room and went on his way. "Are you okay master?" "Magnificent Jenny, I have mostly free reign on my stuff as I prefer, only this time I got to file an report afterwards." He had felt chills in that room when Julis and Cesare did their usual bros before Beacons act but he had respect for them both, weird as they were. The fact they cared for eachother was indicator enough that they were still human enough and not brainwashed earth shit like most of their opponents. "Gotta show them all what the spirit of Beacons really means!" "Are you referring to the fact you never mentioned your gas charges in the meeting? Isaac could get real mad with you." "Boss knows me well enough, he wouldnt have made me part of this elite setup were it not for these little surprises of mine."