Gallan watched the precedings before him with an expression of curiosity. He was interested to see the differences between Raz and Electra. Gallan deduced Electra was an "older sister" of sorts. She obviously had more human traits than Raz, however slight. Gallan wondered if this gift was out of some kind of affection, but it was of no consequence. He engineers were operating a crane, enoch halfway loaded into the storage hull of the transport ship. He began to walk up the boarding ramp, and took note of his new home. Four bunks we located directly to their left and right, two on each side. The storage hull had a single door at the back. Further forward were the cockpit, computer, and Raz's equipment area on the right. It had the same mechanical arms the training room used to equip her. He took a place in the pilot's seat, and began typing away and flipping switches. The engine began to hum as lights brought the ship to life.<br/><br/>"A friend of yours, was that?" He said, pulling up the computer's information and opening the mission file. He began to read while awaiting Raz's reply. "She's very..." he thought for a moment, remembering Electra's choice of dress. "Liberal." He said, chuckling at his own joke. He made a mental note that it would probably go right over Raz's head, and to not get too offended. He actually got a little bit bummed that he would be making jokes solely for himself to laugh at for the foreseeable future.<br/><br/>The mission file had a picture of a smuggler. He was short and stocky, about five nine, and looked like his mother had put steroids in his milk as a baby. It stated he was the leading drug kingpin in this system. Months of detective work and chasing had lead to the knowledge of his position. A safehouse on the snow planet of Hoth. The planet was otherwise deserted.<span style="font-style: italic">Good. No civilian casualties.</span>Gallan thought to himself. Raz's radiation made him very nervous. In the use of covert missions they'd need to find some way of weaponizing her without her constant production of radiation. Possibly by bringing only her melee weapons, but even this Gallan wasn't sure about.<br/><br/>[|] Time Lapse: 21:00 hours. Night time above the dark side of Hoth. [|]<br/><br/>Gallan spun around in his chair. The flight through light speed had taken only a few minutes, and was basically silent. He attempted to hum to fill it, but that only made things more awkward. He rose and stretched.<br/><br/>"Alright, get into your personal ship. We'll be dropping a mile outside their bunker. The entrance is heavily guarded. Reach the drop point and await further orders." He opened the door to the storage bay. Raz's personal flight ship was next to Enoch, just as it had been in the lab. Gallan opened Enoch's back hatch with a password on the holopad. He dawned his gauntlets, and grabbed his plasma pistol side arm. He wasn't planning on getting out once they dropped, but wanted to be ready for anything. The target, El Chapo, was known for his ruthlessness. He was genetically enhanced, capable of punching dents into tanks with his bare hands. This was his wild card. Gallan hoped Enoch's armor was enough to defend against a few blows if need be. His mini nuke launcher would be too dangerous to use once in the bunker.<br/><br/>Enoch's torso opened when Gallan approached. He got up into it, his own body fitting comfortably just into Enoch's chest. He felt right at home, gripping it's joysticks and feeling his Plasma reactor hum below him. The HUD appeared around his head. On the screen he viewed the ship before him. He waited for Raz to take her place safely inside her ship before he opened the airlock.<br/><br/>"Have you read the mission file, Raz?"