Easy Victory?

[Kauket]

Omega 49. The chilly dystopian world of proclaimed peace. It was a long while since Raven would set foot on the world, knowing that their last prominent memory of the world was having a deadly fight with some Corsairs in a girls toilet, barely emerging victorious. No one won that day, while the Corsairs lost their heads, she lost her psyche, her trust, the ever-lingering empathy for Human life that still dwells within. Such apathy would cause inevitable harm to themselves and would damage their public appearance with the Sirians.

Patiently awaiting, thinking about the meeting, the shuttle slowly descended from the Wraith with various Marlin escorts, obviously modified to remind people that their ties are simply the past, a point of evolution, just like the apes. Glancing across the shuttle, she noted the four Zeta-guards that would accompny her, dawning their emotionless dark husks of armor, their faceless masks, it was obvious these were not people anymore. She glanced back and forth between the view of the Marlins and the guards, pondering if they have truly changed their path.

[:: Converging at drop point - two minutes. ::]

The chatter would blare in on their masks radio, breaking them from their thoughts, instantly forgetting what they were wondering about. Knowing that the ship is approaching the site rapidly, she would begin to double-check for her equipment, mentally checklisting every defensive item on herself.

"Personal device? Check. Energy Sword? Check. Emergancy adrenaline? Check. Side arm? Check. Shield? Check. "

Despite knowing that there should be no problem, they assumed that it would be better to be safer than sorry - still ever cautious about leaving their safe area of home, the overcompensation guards would clearly show their paranoia. The shuttle would quietly settle down on a landing pad, safely securing itself on the spot, along with the escorts. Bouncing up to her feet, despite the slight tug of the armored robe's weight and the newly fitted implants, they immediately began to coordinate through the mini-uplink that they share, a secure tactical channel that is accessed through their implants.

[:: [Z-01-005, 6, 7, 8] initiate escort. [Z-01-001, 2, 11, 12] engage stealth parameters. Provide overwatch upon edifice. Shoot to kill, weapons hold, report activity upon detection. [Z-01-004, 9, 10] lockdown escape point, shuttle. ::]

They would slowly approach the designated meet up point with their four advanced defenders at their front and back, constantly scanning the area, emotionlessly moving in a robot manner in unison of the five, they were silent, absolutely silent to the outside world and to everyone else that would glance at them, there was no social interaction, there was nothing, Revenant would move like a phantom as their robe hid their foot movement, giving the illusion that they glide along. The others at the shuttle, depending on their designated team, began to linger around, or already had ran off into the shadows.

[:: [004] Overwatch team in position. Tracing location, no entities detected. Continuing scan. ::]

[:: [001] Evac-site grid secure. Parameter is A-0. ::]

Feeling more confident and secure, they approach the Zoner guide with ease - giving a simple nod as a greeting, then allowing him to escort her to the meeting.

[:: Escorts, [they] will disallow your entry, upon arrival, keep a vigilant eye and your personal shields on standby. ::]