Kol nodded, then looked at the command crew arrayed in front of him. Some of the Best and Brightest men and women, Most selected personally by his reviewing their files, despite various disciplinary notes in a few of their records. "At ease."<br/><br/>He waited until they had settled into their more relaxed posture, then Walked from one and of the short line to the other, Stopping at Each officer in turn to shake their hand, or pat them on the shoulder, before he returned to his position in front of Alistair. "Very well."<br/><br/>He paused, then pulled a small sheaf of papers from his jacket, before putting on a pair of reading glasses. "This is important, so listen carefully. High Command Wants us to head to Planet Shivae, which happens to be only a few jumps away. As for why, well, that boils down to them wanting a presence in the system that's not a trio of beat-to-hell Cobalt-class Frigates being chased around the place by Both Vasari and Advent Capital ships depending on where they are in the gravity well."<br/><br/>He paused, his dark blue eyes looking at each person in turn. "You know why I chose you. You're some of the best in the fleet, despite your unorthodox methods, or risky stunts. You also know that I was reactivated after the attack on Nyeve, and that I have an axe to grind. However, I will Not allow any foolery or stunts that will kill or wound a member of this crew, or, through negligence, allow the enemy ships to do worse. This mission is important. The last capital ship to go to Shivae was the Marza-Class TDN Behemov, and We're not sure if they've been destroyed or crippled. So, we have two objectives. Re-establish a foothold in the Shivae Gravity well, and, if possible regain contact with the Behemov."<br/><br/>He paused, folding the papers and placing them in a pocket, then doing the same with his reading glasses. "Do you have any questions?"