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Captain Huntsman, duty calls. You've been hand-picked for an urgent assignment. Docking bay A-1, 15 minutes.

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The notification came a little after mid-day and Austin had just only arrived back in his dor.itory, looking forward to some much needed alone time. It didn't appear as though he would get it now, as Astraeus needed him to put in some work now. Half sighing, Knuckles moved to grab his gear. A simple black outfit with the silver Astraeus emblem emblazoned upon the back, basic tactical gear and a newly acquired prototype revolver he was at least excited about trying out. The belt garnished several grenade-like accessories designed specifically with his abilities in mind. One he put the boots he had just taken off, back on, Austin would make his way to the docking bay for briefing.

As he moved to the specified bay, his mind didn't wander much toward whatever objective may come his way. At this point in his life, those sort of nerves had long faded. Austin Huntsman was confident he would come back in one piece, just as he always did, despite a few scrapes and bruises. Eventually he would reach the large metal doors, which slide open and allowed entrance to the bustling docking bay. The 'bird' was already started in preparation for departure and Austin would find his hands tying back his hair as he approached the man standing outside the drop ship.

"Captain. We will wait for the arrival of your assistance, then we will begin briefing."

"Gotcha, boss." The large blonde male would grunt as he plopped his behind down upon the edge of the ship and pulled his shiny new revolver from it's holster and began to turn it over in his hands, inspecting it before he would practice field stripping the weapon to pass the time. He was unsure of who was being sent with him, but he damn well hoped they could hold their own and wouldn't slow him down.

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