November 17th, 2155. Brussels.
Over the snow covered city of Brussels, Belgium a hovercraft flew. Inside the hovercraft were the members of the United Nations Joint Task Force, Seventeenth squad. The Hovercraft quickly came to a slow, the pilot identifying his aircraft to a nearby military camp's air traffic managers. Inside, the Field Officer of Seventeenth squad spoke into his comms loudly to be heard clearly over the whistling of the hovercraft's engines. "Alright, ever, just so we're clear. We are here to help in the defense of Brussels, Belgium from the Schlatter parasites, or as I like to call them, 'motherforgeters.' Now then, we're about to land in the local Belgian Land Component garrison, where we will wait, bored out of our minds, until we receive orders, is that clear?"
go go go
