Thread: The Rebellion (Pazzo x Xana)

Caleb did not waste any time, and entered the briefing room a full fifteen minutes early, as was his habit. Always early, never late, and that made for good business. The briefing room was large with high ceilings, and very high tech. The large metal briefing table housed a large flat panel holographic projector, capable of rendering three dimensional images in real time, with the walls filled with flat panel displays of various sizes, each one displaying something different, be it Hyperion's readiness status, current engagements, local weather, even the current stock price of Pallasium... the merc mentally pulled up the current time on his heads up display on his retinal enhancements... There was still a good 12 minutes before the briefing began... His heads up display also showed that a Pallasium based AA power cell 2 was running low, with 1, 3, and 4 at near capacity. Each cell could power his arm for a period of two weeks... He nodded to a few officers and technicians working on the main table's holo-projector, and took his assigned seat at the table... Caleb spied the legendary Admiral as soon as she walked in. Despite her age and the lurid eyepatch, Caleb found her oddly attractive, wither perfect posture, confident stride, and piercing gaze despite having only one eye... Aurelia was close on her heels... A rich, deep voice with a heavy Romanian accent addressed him from behind... Hey, I didn't know what you wanted, so I got you a Mocha... Would you believe they don't have Vodka here? Caleb smiled, and turned around to see Ivan smiling back at him, holding two steaming cups of synthesized java... Thanks man... The Merch said in gratitude, accepting one of the hot drinks... Ivan made quite an appearance, wearing the same Gray 227th uniform as Caleb. The Russian brushed his mussed, sandy hair away from his chromed forehead. He was heavily cybered, Almost half of his face was robotic, with both of his eyes replaced with mirrored sensors, capable of seeing damn near everything, in any energy spectrum imaginable... Caleb knew his friend, a bet Ivan used them to peek through women's clothing.... Both of his legs up to mid thigh were also artificial, and fitted with various magnetic grapplers, allowing him to crawl over mechs and vehicles like a spider... Ivan and caleb had been through a lot together, and was like the big Russian brother he never had but always wanted... He was the best technician crew chief in the 227th, and possibly the entire sector... The Captain came not a minute later, flanked by the Lietenants Lyria Silvers and Markus Arrando... Lyria was in command of the 227ths Air Units, and was a legend in her own right as a top notch pilot. She was very beautiful with her long brown hair tied back in braids, Trim and athletic at 5ft 8inchess tall, and fairly young at the age of 30, but tough, with hardened eyes that have seen real combat. She walked with a slight limp, dues to a fresh cybernetic left leg that she wasn't quite used to yet... She had likewise left that leg back at Allheind, and was the pilot of the dropship they had used to escape... Lots of bad memories working for Heinrich, and like Caleb, she was skeptical about working for House Drake... Also like Caleb, she did what her adopted father asked of her... Marcus was her direct polar opposite, standing at an imposing 7 feet tall with dark ebony skin, with bulging muscles that would rival the Incredible hulk... He was a rescue, being found in a genetic breeding lab, run by scientists with no morals whatsoever, trying to create the perfect soldiers, easily replaced and disposable... Markus was supposed to be the genetic template. Caleb and Ivan had liberated five years ago, and his excellent combat prowess made him rise in the ranks very quickly. He was now in command of the 227ths infantry divisions... Caleb greeted everyone, and they took their assigned places at the table, all of them early, and waited patiently for the briefing to begin...