All the Valkyries lined up, every single successful individual. Their ages all varied greatly, some young and some old. There was no pattern between each of these people, they only had one thing in common. They were soldiers of the next generation, unmatched by modern standards. Those that had undergone more physical changes were easily spotted, even one with a blue exoskeleton. The Valkyrie were all standing at attention in front of one man. He stood tall and confident, very short hair, dressed in veteran military attire of dark blue with red trim. His facial hair was hardly worth calling a beard, but he certainly was missing at least a days worth of shaving. Finally opening his mouth while holding his arms behind his back, a speech began. The voice seemed to be reserved for gods themselves as he spoke with authority and power. "Good morning Valkyries. We don't have time for introductions nor do I know if you all deserve one yet. This is the first ever Valkyrie mission. Ten years, Twenty years, Hell, even Thirty years from now, everyone in the world will be looking back on this moment and saying one of two things. 'Damn these Valkyries were heroes' or 'What in the gods names were we thinking?' and whichever that is is for you to decide. You were all sent a memo for the mission, so this briefing won't last too long. In thirty minutes a military airship is going to be deployed and sending you all from this peaceful little island you call home and taking some of you to Fenwick. There you will watch for and eventually encounter the terrorist group known as the Balder Front. We do not know what they want nor who they think they are, but I want you to make them tuck their tails between their legs and never think of attacking us again! Your squad leader is Herleva Asler, you may be all equal in rank, but you should treat your squad leader with respect and do as you are told. She was chosen for a reason and you will respect that. Herleva, you have the floor." Stepping away from the center of attention, the man sat down on a nearby seat with a small group of other known officials. One from the Odin Initiative as a representative, a member of the governments elected council, among some others that Herleva didn't quite recognize. Taking her cue, Herleva stepped forward. She was wearing her armor as she had no intention of changing between now and their departure, and her stance was also one with dignity and power, but she seemed much more relaxed. The red haired Valkyrie spoke up with a less powerful voice, but still holding much authority in her tone. "For this mission, I am taking only three others with me." She was direct, cutting straight to the point. "If you are not selected, that means very little. As of right now," explained the confident woman, "The Balder Front has no idea we even exist. We can give them one hell of a surprise, however if we all go at once, they will have seen us all. They will retaliate by building their forces, so we will only give them a small display of what us Valkyrie have to offer." Taking a pause, Herleva looked at all of the people in the room. Some could be rather unstable, hopefully they understood and didn't lash out. "The three that will be going with me are; Gilliam Loren, Meira Edelweiss, and..." pausing as she tried to remember the long name of this one, she gave up and cut it short, "Anarchia Vasper." She was sure she got that wrong. As she contemplated the validity of the name, she remembered properly. "I'm sorry, that's Anarchia Vesperia." That was embarrassing, but hopefully that wouldn't make the others question her knowledge. "We have under half an hour, be on the airship in 20 minutes or be dismissed. As per the rest of you...Better luck next time." This group was hand picked by Herleva herself. As a tactical fighter, she chose to bring Anarchia because her close range prowess would definitely prove to be useful in stopping anyone that got close enough to Meira, who would also be able to use her fire magic to take out distant targets. As far as Mr. Loren went, this one was a risk. He had a powerful ability, if not the most then one of the most powerful abilities a Valkyrie could have. She thought of him as a fail safe, should he not prove to be to loose a cannon and destroy military equipment. Saluting the other Valkyries, Herleva walked away. In the military, the salute was another way of dismissing attention. It used to be a greeting, though she was unsure of how that had changed, not that she much cared. Wasting no time, Herleva walked into the dock that was a mere 7 meters away through a rather large doorway, though the doors were locked open at the moment. A large open space filled the dock and inside of it fit a rather small flying machine designed to hold the squad of 4, 2 pilots, and 2 men of medicine. The two pilots were already resting inside the ship making sure everything was in working order, but the two physicians were just outside chatting among eachother. Blowing right by them and ignoring the pilots, Herleva sat inside and waited. She was already prepared, hopefully the others would be on time, else she'd need to leave them behind, and she chose these 3 for a good reason. She was confident the 4 of them would make a good team. However, her silence was interrupted as a masculine and fatherly voice whispered in her mind. "Don't get too cocky, we don't know what the enemy will bring. I'm still not sure about your decision to go with just four." Speaking aloud, she startled and confused the pilots as all they heard were her words. "Eight. Each artifact can think for himself, Monjo. You're a solid example of that." "We'll just see how this goes."