Elephant Graveyard Planetoid - Base Camp
2061.09.10; mid-afternoon
Hearing about the mobile base reminds Major Stonewall about how they got here - specifically the briefing on the CG-420 H. Ito that they were summoned to just before departing Brutus on their first day back on the job after the investigation.
Commodore Daniels sat in one corner watching dispassionately as Colonel Gall Hoodang presented the mission, with his aide, 1st Lieutenant Taut Chaps handing out datapads to the Wildcards.
"Bo-yae recently discovered the Elephant Graveyard, a rogue planet near the Fold Anomaly Nebula. Both Aertheold & Bo-yae have laid claim to it.
They've both established mining facilities and both sides have forbidden the removal of material from the planet by the other side, which isn't a problem yet, as mining just started. However, both are starting to expand their forces deployed at the planet and their clashes on and above the planet are quickly escalating from aggressive posturing to an armed standoff.
Your job is to keep the peace and keep everyone from opening fire on each other while the diplomats work things out in the Sector Forum, on Caesar.
As the New Unified Forces can't be present en masse, lest we appear like we're getting involved and ruin the chance the diplomats have at a peaceful resolution, you'll be on your own for the time being. We'll be deploying a mobile base for you to shelter in and maintain your VFs, but we have to build it first, so it'll arrive a few days after you."
"Great..." replied Major Stonewall, sarcastically.
1st Lieutenant Chaps adds, "you're regular VF-25 are being prepared in the hangar with Super Packs, and the supplies needed to set up camp."
"What's our ETA?" Colonel Hoodang asks Commodore Daniels.
Daniels says, "6 hours" with his gravely voice.
The Commodore looks at the Major, who catches his unspoken intention.
"Any questions?" Stonewall asks the Wildcards. "No? Well, you have 6 hours to make the most of the modern conveniences this ship provides. Make the most of it, eh. Dismissed."
Back in the pressurized tent, Stonewall sighs and tosses the datapad with their mission orders that he had been absentmindedly twirling in his hand. "36 more hours to go...
... we should probably check in with the locals..."