Yakov entered checked his weapons and said " I'll take point."

Priscilla gave her pilot a short wave as he left the landing zone. Turning to face the other recruits, she suddenly was taken aback by the one speaking. She felt an odd sensation of Deja Vu, brought on both by his voice and his appearance, but hadn't a clue why. Shaking her head for a moment, Priscilla rose her voice to be heard by the rest her allies. My suggestion is we all state our name and our specialty, so we strategize and have a battle plan for our fight. Not to mention it is a bit more difficult to kill someone you know. As an example, am I Priscilla Weber; A UAF Medic that can heal at most 5 times without needing rest. The Avian said with a small bow, a grin on her Eastern features and her voice having a light Turkish accent.

Riachi looked to the Avian that spoke up and could see how her suggestion was quickly followed.

"An excellent idea Weber." He said as he held his open hand towards her, maki ng sure to use her name. "I am Riachi. Srt spellswords and strategist. I can do massive damage up close or provide covering fire per magic."

Syn glared at the group before sighing and turning around, muttering to hiself. "They expect me to work with the scum of the god damn earth... If i'd fucking known this i wouldn't have come in the first place." He turned back towards them, trying his best at keeping a neutral face, and waited for the rest to state their specialty.

David eyed the Syn, the only thought going through his head being. "If he tries something, I'm killing him." David was snapped out his thoughts, when he heard everyone calling out their names and specialities. David sighed thinking it was his turn to do so. "Name's David Fright, SRT fire elemental Halfling. I specialize in gun slinging, so if anyone's got a gun they aren't planning on using, mind passing it over?" David asked, raising his hand so people could pick him out. He hadn't been able to get his mother's guns yet, so for now he needed to go old school and borrow one.

Riachi looked over the crowd that had gathered before him. Six soldiers, two of which were foreign. His gaze met each one of the men and women their eyes before fixating upon Syn. He frowned, overthinking him and observing him briefly before returning his sight towards the crowd as a whole.

"You there, Yakov." Riachi said after they had all stated their speciality and name. "You said you were a spy. I need you to go ahead of us and stick to the shadows. Observe our enemy and take up every detail." He would ask of him before naming up a list of things he wanted to know.

"I want to know what were up against. With how many they are. What they're armed with. Where they are. What kind of place they are in and if there are any objects we can use to our advantage."

He would keep his eyes fixed on Yakov a bit to see what his response was before looking to the rest again. Although he had only recently met most of them, he could feel Priscilla would play a key role as healer. She also seemed smart, or at least more tactically inclined than the rest. "Weber, I want you to discuss and brainstorm plans with the group. Root out doubt and keep morale high." He said, before once again looking to the crowd. "We're all soldiers here! We can't afford being afraid of our objective or we will have already lost the fight."

He then stepped down from his elevation and walked over to Priscilla. He'd quickly talk to her in a more privatised volume. "I'll handle the SPR guy."

He walked past and out of the crowd,, now towards Syn who had been somewhat outside of the group and silent. "You. I want to have word with you in private."

"So that would be a no for the spare gun?" David asked once again, crossing his arms and looking around. After a bit he sighed and nodded to himself. "Alright then, barrel and blade it is then." David said pulling out his gun, loading it and then holding it in his left hand. David then pulled out his knife and held it in his right hand. It wasn't ideal but it was the best he had.