<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>EARTH FEDERATION STATION PIAZZI<br/>CERES<br/>March 13, 0422UC</strong></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/Zz7x4wN.jpg?1)</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/abPLVVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>LCDR Hana Duet<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Marcenas</em>Briefing Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Duty Uniform<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Alright.  Everyone take your seats and let's get started," Lieutenant Commander Duet instructed as personnel filed into<em>Marcenas's</em>primary briefing room.  Her disposition was all-business, as usual -- uniform pressed with professional precision and long, chestnut hair freshly shelled against Ceres' low gravity.  Once butts were in chairs, the ship's XO nodded to a short, pink-haired woman seated at the room's operations terminal.  "I believe we're ready, sergeant."<br/><br/>The sergeant nodded, thumbed a command at her terminal and the lights dimmed as a holographic image flickered to life before Hana.<br/><br/>"First order of business -- welcome aboard to those of you who just transferred in.  We had a bigger rotation than usual, including two-thirds of our mobile suit pilots, so some adjustment will be needed.  Unfortunately, time is a luxury we don't have.  When you have questions, ask.  Learn, adapt, and lend a hand where you can until we all get situated."<br/><br/>Duet eyed the those collected in the room noting her message was received and nodded.  It was the closest thing to a warm, welcoming smile as she was capable of while on duty.<br/><br/>"Next order of business.<em>Marcenas</em>carries a compliment of eight 419's with two teams of three pilots and a pair in reserve.  For the time being these teams will be designated<em>Port</em>and<em>Starboard</em>according to the hanger they call home.  Port is under the command of Ensign Sato," she nodded to a slender Asian man seated in the second row, flanked by a dark-skinned woman and blonde man who both wore MS Pilot badges.  "And Starboard will be led by Ensign Ihlefeld," Hana nodded towards Sera.  "Per tradition, more colorful nicknames should be chosen.  Just let Sergeant Valaise here know when you have that squared away."  The operations technician with the bubblegum-pink hair beamed a smile and wave of her hand.<br/><br/>"Now onto real business."  The hologram hovering before the commander shimmered and reshaped into a floating representation of Piazzi station with long bands of dense asteroids arcing away to either side of Ceres.  "We'll be taking on some of Piazzi's duties while they deal with a rotation of their own.  We'll be assisting with customs inspections for all civilian traffic passing through the belt, as well as standard patrols."<br/><br/>A green holographic representation of<em>Marcenas</em>flashed with two blue arrows pushing left and right from the center through the asteroid belt.  "At 1300<em>Port</em>and<em>Starboard</em>will launch on standard patrols through the asteroid belt to these NavPoints..."  As the two blue arrows extended away from<em>Marcenas</em>they each passed through a pair of red dots that noted the location of navigation buoys.  "After you pass the second, turn around and come home.  A milk run... doesn't get any easier than this."<br/><br/>Duet tapped the panel behind her and the hologram reshaped into the form of an RGM-419 Mobile Suit.  "Standard payloads for this op.  MG19 rifles loaded with APEX rounds and SM04 shields with four Hex missiles."<br/><br/>She paused and brought up the lights in the briefing room.  "Any questions?"