Having taken all the local tours and things regular tourists do, Miziren figured it was time to see what Vale had to offer in regards to the local mission boards. It was by sheer luck he’d picked up on the vague request, and took it as a sign that he should work on his field experience in the unknown. Stocking up on dust of all kinds, Miziren made his way to the designated location in the airfield. He didn’t show it outwardly, but he was comforted that Solar was there with him. Knowing somebody was a blessing in and of itself. Casually examining the others while Kale gave them their mission statement, Miziren turned the information over and over in his mind.
‘t17, a killing robot hmm? Wonder if that was Vale’s attempt to compete with Atlas…’ Miziren pondered. ‘A few mature looking student types…those two though, they look pretty serious. Huntsman and huntress? Professional mercenaries? Hard to tell either way, considering the delivery of mission request. Maybe I could stand to learn something here?’ Once Kale had finished speaking and the teams were splitting to their designated airships, Miziren looked to the one named Obadia. “You’re the leader of team two, yes? I must know…what are our mission parameters? Pure reconnaissance, search and destroy, or capture? Secondly, what details can you provide us regarding the t17? According to Team One’s leader, we know nothing of its capabilities, but surely there is some information regarding its origin, appearance, or why it is malfunctioning.” Miziren looked to A.C.D.C, his blank expression betraying no emotions as he visually inspected it from afar. ‘I wonder what that’s all about? Is Obadia here some kind of robotics specialist? That could come in handy…’