2203 HOURS, JULY 12, 2562 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ UNSC PROWLER SAHARA, EPSILON ERIDANI SYSTEM REACH LOW ORBIT @christhebarker @Kori Buor @Billbo Swaggins Nicola Sevry eyed the information on her datapad. Two ODSTs and a Spartan. Against a highly trained SECTION-III operative with skills across a broad range. Who also had a prosthetic arm and was trained in SERE protocols extensively. Not impossible odds...though it wasn't exactly going to be a walk in the park. She stood in the dark meeting room, waiting for the group to enter. The tight Navy jumpsuit that she wore was perfectly fine, but for whatever reason she was having a hard time breathing. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Or it was all in her head. Or was it fear of what they were about to face? She was an intel agent and would mainly be guiding the team from this prowler. So why did she feel so terrified? Once they entered, she would speak, her Czech accent showing through the normal neutral tone of anyone who affiliated with ONI. "Good evening, gentlemen. I know you've seen the text briefing, but I thought I'd let you in on some more information about our target. I'm Petty Officer Sevry, and I'll be your intelligence officer, a whisper in your ear, so to speak."