Arron would find that all his stuff was, indeed, present.

"Ah, figures you wouldn't know poker." Gustav chuckled. "Well, the best way to learn is though experience, so why don't y'sit down and we'll teach you as we play."

Izzah tilted her head for a moment before looking to the rest of them. She'd probably learn the rules quickly, and besides this was probably a great way to bond with her team. "Uh, well I assume let me in as well...?" She said rather unsure but still seeming eager as to try.

While Arron definitely felt frustration at his loss, it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. After all, he had played with his brother at parties in the past, Davian was often the winner.

At the sound of the announcement, Arron immediately stood up and went with the rest of the squad. "I guess it's time."

Through the door and down a hall was the briefing room. A large table sat in the center, projecting a holographic globe above it. When they walked in, the fourth member of the team was already present, leaning against the wall. As they all filed into the room, the door closed and the lights dimmed, and the woman spoke once again.

"You will be deploying to Hanover, Germany." A red spot appeared on the globe marking the location. "Multiple rookie pilots have gone missing in the area. Deployment of Renegade-class Daemons is suspected. Your job is to eliminate them. Mission planning is at your discretion. Please proceed to the hangar."

"Ah hell," Gustav mumbled, "another easy one. I guess they wanna test out you new recruits. Follow me, you two." He exited the room though a door at the far end.

Izzah stood by listening to the mission with intent, Renegede would be easier enough to deal with, and even easier so with a team on her side. If anything she could easily move around them and strike where is best with her previous history. Even if it was a recruit level mission, Izzah would be happy to try out her Kepie once more in battle. After the briefing, Izzah made her way through the door, following closely behind Gustav.

Arron's guardian, the Phantom, stood before him as they entered the hangar. It'd been a while since he'd seen it; it's mechanic beauty almost bringing a tear to his eye.

Well, not really, but either way, Arron was very happy to be able to pilot his own guardian once more. Climbing up the right leg and into the cockpit located in the guardian's chest, Arron made himself comfortable as he ran a diagnostics check to make sure everything would be working as intended.

As the two recruit's Guardians powered up and their diagnostics finished up, so too did the rest of the mechs scattered around the hangar. The first to start up was perhaps the most humanoid of them, save for maybe Phantom. It took a few swings with its blades before teleporting across the hangar, giving away its operator quite clearly. "Warhound, ready to rumble."

Next, the spidertank that evidently belonged to Zacharie began moving, the giant railgun mounted on it humming quietly as the capacitors lining its barrel began charging up. "Yeah, I'm good." The slightly shrill voice of their medic came on the radio.

The bipedal beast of armor that their leader had been climbing into began to stir, slowly readying its systems. "Y' can bet I'm ready." Gustav announced, cycling the twin shotguns mounted on the,.

Finally, what looked to be just your average jet plane spinned up its engines in the corner, Davian being visible within the cockpit. "And I'm ready. That makes all of us, I think."

"Right then." Gustav said. "Just make your way over to the designated spots, and our ride will be here shortly." His Guardian gestured vaguely towards a set of yellow squares painted on the ground.