|Forward Operation Base: 3|

"All stations flank speed! Push forwards! We need to make up for lost time."

*BEEP*

Just as he was about to issue further instructions, a notification from the console interrupted his train of thought.

Annoyed, Risperton opened the notification and realized that it was a message from air recon.

/Objective Completed:

Terminal guidance completed, Observed data recorded and attached to message. Purview at your own discretion.

Preliminary scans indicate no potential threats within 50km.

Additionally, most of the terrain at the site of impact has been hard boiled into dry compressed dirt. However, terrain will change. Further inland, the river is slowly recovering lost grounds.

Advised to initiate construction of FOB ASAP

End of report.

Air Recon bingo fuel, returning to nest.

Good hunting.

Over and out./

"How thoughtful of them." Risperton whispered to himself, looking up from the bridge, observing the vapor trail moving away from them. "They probably sent a similar report back to central. Looks like we're going to be without a established air escort for a while."

Turning back to the console, he sent out a command to a couple ships, ordering them to launch helicopters to provide a visual early warning should the need arise.

Watching the helicopters take off, Risperton returned his gaze onto his fleet, which has returned to escort formation.

Watching the landing vessels bob up and down, flying across the waves, he turned back to the console, monitoring the state of the ship, as well as starting his own analysis of the data sent by air recon.

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24th reconnaissance group

A group of unique people, the extreme outcasts from Earths society. People that even the outcasts of civilization refuse to accept. Congregated together, found and recruited by Admiral Vardan, becoming his most acknowledged and feared group of spies, diplomats, and assassins.

Back on Earth, this group of people had no name. They were given a moniker by Vardan. The 24th recon group. However, here in this new world, they were given a name. Derived from the local language taught by the natives they rescued.

'Budirri.' Created and written in the native tongue, a word that had not existed until that very moment. It's derived meaning is 'redeemed.'

Currently, the Budirri are camping about 60km away from the megacity spotted a few months back. Their objective was to do what they do best. Mingle with the general populace, gather intel, mark targets, and prepare accommodations for future operations.

They are disguised as merchants who travel far and wide across the sea, searching for riches that only the unknown can hold.

To assist with this story, they are currently in the middle of procuring river boats to enter the city from.

A figure could be seen sorting through a box that was a transmission receiver.

"Heads up, message from the old man!" He shouted at the others. "The FOB expedition has landed and begun construction of a FOB at the mouth of this river."

"HA! They finished right on time! You owe me dinner Wulf." A shrill female voice rang out.

"And you still owe me a drink Furx." The man called Wulf retorted.

"QUIET!" Annoyed at their banter, he shouted at the two of them before reading out the rest of the message.

"Once the procurement team returns with the ships, we are to begin ASAP. You know what that means. No dilly dawdling around." As he finished reading, he noticed a large majority of his group goofing off. "If you don't want your pay to be docked, I suggest you start moving! The old man stated that if we are late by even a second, a full months pay and privilege's will be revoked."

Before he had even finished his words, the whole group sprung to life with everyone running all over the place to ensure everything was in place once the ships arrived.

Seeing this, he kneaded his head while muttering to himself. "I really can't get used to their greed and drive for paychecks..."

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, before closing the box and returning to work.

This man was one of the few others that the Budirri have accepted entirely along with Vardan, there where only 7 total people that they listened too.

His moniker was 'hyena,' the most tactful of the group. Unafraid of challenge and could pick a fight with just about anything and come to a standstill with it.

"Hyena, this is Hulture, we are returning with six river boats, this should be enough to put all of our 'cargo' and personal on. ETA 3 hours. It's kinda hard to fight against the wind and river current with nothing but sticks."

"Endure it, we can't break concealment yet. I'll put in a good word with the old man for you."

"Alright then. We have your word."

Shutting down the transmission, Hyena turned back to the Budirri and announced that they have 3 hours before everything goes into play.

Three uneventful hours of organizing, training, bowel movements, and napping later, the 6 wooden ships hit the river bank.

On cue, the rest of the group begun moving things onto the ships like a well oiled machine, smooth and silent.

As soon as the last cargo box was in place and all ships pushed off the bank, it was go time.

"Last check. Make sure all weaponry are ready for immediate use. Make sure that they stay hidden, you don't need to rely on them for intimidation. Get into your roles people, Merchants, servants, and knights." Hyena called out to the Budirri.

Seeing as the whole group have fallen into role, like those extreme rp servers in a certain vr game, the atmosphere has changed immediately.

Happy with this state, Hyena then stood at the wheel of the lead ship, looking forwards.

"ALL SHIPS FORWARDS! The world is our stage. Let us stun it with our performance!"