Standing next to a heavily armored clunky, can't maneuver for the life of it hunk of metal presumably called "Exarch" was a figure clad in light armor, a modified version with a bulky back unit, and large boots. The rest of the body was clad in much thinner, flexible material with small interwoven plates for protection, a C1 computer mounted on her lower left arm... one of the two sets of crossed arms she had. Darion's limited knowledge of technology, but thorough exposure to the horrors of battle would give him the inkling that this was a heavily modified version of a Valkyrie flight armor. It would have to be to accommodate the large blades protruding from behind her. The helmeted individual nodded to him in greeting.<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"Welcome to your ride. Anyone who didn't prepare a will before the mission is suggested to send one to the authorities before we leave, in all due haste, so in a few minutes or so. Where are the rest of the mercs? This does seem to be a time sensitive issue."</span>There may have been a hint of amusement in her voice. She added,<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"You look more competent than I expected. Planning on surviving?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>