<strong>Bastion Command Bridge</strong><br/><hr/>Perkins cleared his throat as Erich was done and stood up, placing a pile of folders on the table and pushing it to his right to pass around.<br/><br/>"Down to business then, since there were no other questions. This folder contains limited information about our new mission. Until we arrive to the system I cannot divulge any further intel. Our mission is classified, in the service of ComStar. Any information you partake in here should be kept on the low. You are prohibited to discuss it with anyone outside of those here in the room and Ms Shadowborn and Mr Wu, whom Erich will fill in after this meeting." He paused a moment to let everyone get a copy of the folder and then continued. "We are en route to a Lyran world, by any standards a pretty backwater settlement, except for one detail. The planet houses a HyperPulse Generator, the highly sophisticated machinery of ComStar that allows interstellar communications across the Inner Sphere. The facility was targeted by an unknown terrorist cell some weeks ago and in an attack the HPG was crippled. Fearing more attacks, ComStar does not trust the local militia to keep them safe and has thus employed us and one more mercenary company to fill the gaps in security while the facility is repaired. So far only I have the full story and briefing on this, but due to security concerns I am not to give you anything further until we reach the system. Until then I recommend you always carry this folder with you, memorize it and keep it away from unauthorized eyes. Any questions about the content can be asked to either three of us once you have read through it after the meeting is over with."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>MedBay</strong><br/><hr/>Janos backed down to sit on the edge of his own bed as she woke up. He was relieved that she was awake, doctors and nurses were surprisingly boring company to keep. He listened to what she had to say, becoming a bit worried as she fell asleep again, but regaining his composure once she came back to consciousness. He took her hand as she offered it to him and gave her a crooked smile.<br/><br/>"Well you're not too bad for a baby-eating snake either." He paused a moment to look at her tattoos, as he had not really had a look at them before. They reminded him of the tattoos that the Mashirovkas who visited their base occasionally had plastered all over them. She was certainly more pleasant to be around than they were, although he had managed a rather nice evening with a female Mashirovka around the time when his services were in high demand. "As for food, I think its better if we stay put. Unless we both want to be kept asleep for our remaining time here..." He looked down on his bandaged leg and sighed. "As for my injuries, I got a bullet through an artery and my femur. Certainly not the worst I have had." He smiled broadly, showing off the gap in his row of teeth and drawing a line along the scar across his nose with his thumb. "You should see me out of my clothes." He fell silent for a moment, his scar  darkening a little. "Heh, that sounded a bit different than I thought it would..."