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January eighth, New Anchorage. Cold and snowy as usual, and things were normalizing again after Sophia abruptly left. Some were glad she was gone, others were confused or reeling. Matthew, as the second-highest ranking in militaristic matters, picked up her slack for now.

6 A.M. Snow was falling outside as usual, of course, the people inside could barely tell. Matthew was preparing a briefing for the pilots, who had their own reactions to everything that just transpired. Jan, for example, was apparently right pissed and added to the chaos as things went south.

The pilots were called to the briefing room at 6:15, by a different voice through the speakers this time. One by one they arrived, seeing that the young man has taken Sophia’s place as top-dog for now, sitting in what used to be her chair.

“Sophia’s already given a preview of this operation I believe.”, Matthew started the projector. “Paragon wants us to take out a small naval fleet, operated by Denver-Vegas. It includes a submersible, and a handful of standard vessels. The main target is obviously the flagship, a prototype of a battlecruiser with techniques in construction patented by Paragon. It should be obvious why they want us to take it down, with that information.”

“The flagships’ main guns are the only heavy caliber weapons in the taskforce that could, and probably will attempt, to hit an NC at long ranges. Due to the massive weight and power behind each shell, you should all obviously attempt to dodge. It would be very easy for this to mission-kill you if it hits. Everything else in the fleet, sans the submersible, isn’t nearly as deadly.”

“The submersible is fitted with powerful cruise missiles, able to take on mobile targets- such as NCs- just as well as the regular bunkers and whatnot. Of course, due to the sub’s relative small size and need to submerge, it can only carry so many. Information on the class suggests it has twenty of those munitions available, in other words, four missiles for each of you to either shoot down or misdirect. Due to their size and low maneuverability, they should be quite easy.”

Matthew looked over his ‘audience’, “Do we have any questions for this operation?”

Joe had one question: “Is there any way to fail this mission besides retreating, surrendering or being killed?”

“As I’m sure the previous Captain has already stated,” Matthew went on, “You’ll have reduced pay if the main target is utterly unsalvageable. Feel free to brutalize all the others, though.”

Jan Chimed in. “Will they pay extra if we run into any unexpected surprises?” He was in a foul mood, likely due to not getting the assistance he had been requesting since the railgun job.

“About that, there already is one possible event. There’s a duo of older model heavy cruisers near the operational area. It’s a possibility they might wander in to provide support for their brethren. Although, due to the fact they’re sailing to be decommissioned, I doubt they’re in a state to fight in the first place.”

Matthew answered the actual question afterwards. “However, at least in that case, no, they won’t pay us extra.”
“Hah, cheap bastards they are…” Jan replied. “Anyways, this should be a cakewalk… I lit up ships before, it’s always fun to see the crew scramble around to evacuate…” He held the thought for a moment. “Yes… sinking into the water” His eyes wandered off, and his attention soon followed.

Matthew, seeing that Jan was apparently satisfied, went to Elizabeth. “Ms. Jackspar, do you have any inquiries?

Eli looked up at Matthew like he’d been silent the whole time. A moment passed, as though she was processing his question, then she shook her head. ”Mission sounds simple. We’ll be fine.”

“Very well. What about everyone else?”

January Eighth, off the coast of the pacific ocean, a lone super-heavy jet aircraft flew through the skies at breakneck speeds. At a dangerously low altitude sufficient to cause ripples and waves in the water, it was aimed straight towards the same fleet that the mercs at New Anchorage were headed for.

”The trap is set, Knight, Pawn.”, a mechanical voice boomed into two NC pilots’ ears. ”Wipe them off the board.”.

Replies.
”Yes, sir. I won’t let you down!”, the brash, aggressive young female with the reigns of Knight affirmed.
Pawn, far less serious,”Whatever. Long as I can kill shit, I don’t care. Bishop was weak anyway.”

The massive jet then turned ninety degrees upwards in scant few seconds, decoupling the two NC’s at the same time with great force. Pawn impacted with the bridge of the taskforce’s flagship, using its large numbers of guns to annihilate everything on the deck. Knight activated ECM to jam all radar, helping Pawn finish off the rest of the dregs.

Matthew coughed. “Hm, anyone else feeling a bit chilly? Something just came over me.” 

“Eh, maybe sophia has a seat cooler you accidentally tripped… would have explained her usual disposition.” Jan quipped, determined to have the last word in this briefing.

Joe was amused by that suggestion.

Eli was less so, eyeing Jan before turning her attention back to Matthew. ”Is that all?”

“I believe that’s all that requires your attention. Would anyone else have inquiries?”
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