Two people stared blankly at the Bellumese knight as she arrived into the Colonel's office and delivered a bow in her customs.
The first was a distinctly middle-aged woman with a petite figure, with musculature more akin to sinew than muscle. The attire that she donned differed greatly from the others present within the office as well; a two-piece suit with a matching fedora. And yet, there was a certain jenesaisquoi about her that belied something more than her humble appearance.
The second was very much the baby of the group; a clean-shaven, bespectacled knight clad in his dress uniform, one that betrayed his service branch with the Royal Navy. But unlike most seamen, there was something off about this knight that too underscored his initial impression. His stooped build wasn't that of a soldier. Rather, it was that of an assassin.
And in the midst of it all, meticulously perusing a litany of documents laid out haphazardly upon a single heavily cluttered desk, was the Colonel. Jason Love, the man who had summoned the sergeant in the early time of the morning before the trumpets of reveille roused the knights garrisoned within the resplendent castle's many quarters for the day to begin. Yet as the circumstances stood, the assignment that the Bellumese princess was to execute was of utmost importance; time was of the essence after all.
"Ah, you've arrived. Good," the Colonel saluted back, beckoning to Ecclair to fill the empty seat next to the two other individuals. Almost immediately, the two stood up from the table to introduce themselves.
"Erica Sales, Deputy Director of Fioran Intelligence." The sharply-dressed woman extended her hand and smiled cordially. In other words, a representative of the FIA, yet another somewhat-bigwig on another aspect of Fioran government affairs. As she finished her statement, so too did the clean-shaven rating salute crisply, acknowledging the Co-commander of the Dauntless Vanguard with solemn respect.
"Petty Officer Clavis Pliskin, Knights of Aquarion. Operations I Detachment."
An assassin it would seem he would be, among other things. The Knights of Aquarion had a reputation as "snake eaters" and "wet boys", ostensibly asymmetric warfare specialists with an emphasis on counter-terrorism, foreign internal defense, and other jobs–too unsavory to be unveiled to the public–petered out by High Command. Just how integral was this mission to the Fioran cause that necessitated their deployment?
The Colonel's next words would unveil the nature of the operation for which Ecclair would participate in.
"We've received information that a valuable Boscan scientist has sought to defect to our side, disillusioned by the current regime. Unfortunately, on his way to the RV point, he was detained at a town close to the Fioran frontline. Currently he's being interred at a local garrison before further action is decided. We cannot risk an assault by our conventional forces on the enemy. That's where you and Pliskin come in. Erica."
"Yes, of course." The deputy director cleared her throat and reviewed the information available on a manila dossier, before handing it over to Ecclair.
"The defector is currently being detained in Lubeck, a forward operating base located in the West Boscan forest. We estimate that the composition of enemies garrisoning the location consist of a combined arms unit of shock infantry and mechanized cavalry, thought the majority of these forces are currently at the front lines. You are to lead Pliskin's team, rescue the scientist and exfiltrate via air-based transport."
Erica continued off of the précis where the Colonel left, detailing elements of the plan for retrieving the Boscan scientist before finishing.