OOC Thread The Grand Duchy of Sverige UNSF Joint Operations Base, 60 km from former Voskad territory 1500 H Marisa stood behind the lectern at the front of the briefing room, a stack of papers kept neatly in front of her. "Not twenty minutes ago," she said to the assembled cyborgs seated in the rows of chairs facing her, "we detected a small force of monsters advancing toward our position." The projected map behind her lit up with several blips, indicating the approximate grouping of the enemy forces. "Reconnaissance indicates it's a small scouting force, probably trying to test our lines," she left the "again" unsaid. Everyone here knew this sort of thing was a common enough occurrence. Poke at the enemy, see what they did. The back-and-forth in the region was nothing new. An arrow drew itself across the map, indicating the enemy's likely path. "The force doesn't seem particularly large. Initial estimates put it at a couple Type-8 ground craft, plus the usual compliment of low class soldiers and air support provided by Type-5 fighters. Nothing you shouldn't be able to clean up well before we need to deploy a bigger response." She gave everyone in the room a pointed look, as if to ask "Right?" "Your mission is simple. Get out there, take down the enemy, come back alive. Prepare to deploy as soon as we're done here. Any questions?" It would be a nice, simple mop-up, shouldn't need much clarification. But you never knew. Particularly when your unit hasn't had much time to really gel.