"<em>Listen up, God Eaters.</em>" Everyone's radios crackled as Mami started towards the<em>Arda Nova</em>, the garish rose and black colored Dropship looming on the docking pad, it's launch ramp down. "<em>The Draconis have us playing babysitter to a couple of newbie pilots.</em>" The owner of the voice was Tsubaki, her purpose to give more information. "<em>They're own forces on planet are in short supply, so they've swallowed their pride and called us. Since we're new, we're low-profile, so we fit into the DC's favorite clause, Plausible Deniability.</em>" She said these words with a hint of anger.<br/><br/>"<em>Details are as follows. Mission Op is on the planet Gravenhauge, it's a hot dustball, so your heat sinks will be working overtime. We're to watch six pilots as they go through their own training routines. Mission time is about a week, taking travel time into account. Base of operations will be the</em>Arda Nova<em>, so we'll be camping out of our own dropship. No salvage rights, no assistance, and no ammunition compensation, watch your shots, God Eaters.</em>" These were the kind of missions Mami loved. Her 'Mech had no projectiles, and she tended to<em>completely</em>destroy her targets. At least she won't be a rage point with her team.<br/><br/>"<em>Oh... one more thing, God Eaters. Some Big-Shot pilot of House Kurita will be there, someone named Kaname. Watch out, she doesn't like mercenaries...</em>"