((Or just talk about me like I don't read this.. You know. Whatever works.))

Neon had her eyes closed as the room slowly filled in with everyone. She had barely gotten more than a couple hours of sleep between her last mission and now. The previous mission had been a drainer for the agent. Her body felt like it had been pressed against the ground, rolled over, then stapled back together. She sighed within the suit. Although no one could hear it since her speaker was shut off. Returning to the room, and mission, the Agent look around the room. Recognizing faces with the names called over the speaker not too long ago. They were still missing one person, but she was sure she would arrive soon enough. Neon did notice something about the room. The large group. Not only that, they were sending her. A class A Solider, and rank three in the organization out of two hundred or so. To have Neon go along in the group of seven meant something was up.

The doors slid open as the last of the group showed up. Loki. The male was huge. He towered over everyone in the room. His presence was both threatening and awe striking. His exo-suit was even larger. Fitted with a set of nice horns they really played with message of him up. That being to not mess with number thirteen. Neon knew from experience though Loki was a big softy on the inside of the suit. He also took a position along the wall.

The doors opened again to a man with a black exo-suit. He stepped around the table. Greeting everyone as he went. The man was none other than Pallham. A respected leader in the Warrior project. At one point every agent speaks with him personality. Some more so than others for varies reasons. To Neon, alike with many, he was like a father after her own passed away. To Loki, he was a boss. "Welcome team." He started. "Let's get right down to business." A hologram popped up in the center of the table. It was of a large ship. One of the Desterians war ships. Although this ship seemed different. Loki began to analyze it. "A city ship?" He asked. Gaining a nod from the man in black. A city ship was just that. A colony of Desterians. It was filled with easily millions of them.

"We believe them to have a precies artifact of humanity. We would like you to recover it obviously. But also to take down the ship. On board it one of their war masters. It is his home ship." The man spoke. Pausing to allow the room to catch up.