Lilas
Not quite the reaction that the captain had hoped for. He saw confusion, reluctance, and even outright distaste in the eyes of the men and women before him. Maybe he was being paranoid - though he did know he must have come out of left field, he didn't gauge the bloodthirstiness of these few properly, perhaps.
Or maybe he was still regarded in light of the failed Proud attack. He wouldn't blame them. But, like many of his previous recruits, they would adapt. He didn't thrive in the order and bureaucracy that controlled the Transcendent fleets. War is chaotic. So, Lilas made it a point to practice chaos.
"Then - there is a shuttle prepared as I speak. It leaves in thirty minutes. The human shuttle has already departed from what intelligence we gathered, and the commander will be briefed to their exact location as soon as it is intercepted." Lilas stated, standing straight, and starting to exit. Before he did so, however, he placed a firm hand on Asworth's shoulder, his head bending to the side to add in a low, almost whispering tone, "I am aware this is sudden, Commander. Yet, you will see - when this is over, that it was a miraculous opportunity that could hardly be missed. So - let's see if those stories I hear about your skills are true."
And, just like that, the enigmatic man left the room, adjusting the collar on his uniform. "Contact high command. I'm going to need to break a new operation to them before the Tribunal starts." He said, radioing to the bridge.
Amelia
"Renard, be sure to follow immediately. Upon arriving, I'll need you to map out the entire colony structure. See if anything's changed compared to our most recent data which was taken ten years ago. Also, be careful of some areas along the way. Some of the residents like setting jamming devices to avoid being intercepted in their deals. You won't be able to contact us when in those zones so--well, you get the point."
"Got it, ma'am." Amelia said. She gave a signal to the technicians on the hangar floor, and they cleared the nearby radius. As soon as she saw the shuttle leave, her Bing was already hurtling into the void, although this time, she opted for the smaller rifle instead of the cannon. Inside Albion, she'd hardly be able to lug it around.
She turned on the sensors in her Harbinger. She could definitely map out the colony in three days - though, doing it in a military-grade harbinger worried her somewhat. She wasn't sure if thugs and crooks would enjoy the big metallic beast lumbering through their every alley.
Amelia followed the Captain and the others until they had reached the warehouse. Once they went inside, she immediately turned, starting down a dusty, worn-down street. In space, and in the Organum, her Harbinger didn't feel so large, but here - she easily dwarfed many houses, and even a few more industrial buildings. On the cockpit glass ahead of her, she had the two maps listed - the outdated on the left, and the newer, generating one upon the right pane.
It didn't take her more than thirty minutes to reach the first 'dark-zone'. Which, seeing as these jammed areas didn't really have a name, Amelia felt obliged to christen them. She could hear the radio crackle and die, and even onboard systems such as the heat detection couldn't make out some figures she could've before. But - really, the dread or fear she expected to feel wasn't there. Though, it wasn't surprising.
Nobody would dare mess with a Harbinger. No pistol, rifle, or even rocket that any criminal could get ahold of would even scratch the paint. And so, Amelia felt giddy. She felt like the biggest, meanest person on this rock - and in a way, she might've been right. Yet, it didn't take long for this bubbly mindset to leave her in place of boredom. It was only one hour in, and she was already completely bored out of her mind.