His suspicions were right. Vosca was none too impressed. Nonetheless, it was difficult to describe what one of her looks could convey. She just had a... Way of making someone feel insignificant. Even so, just this once, she would let it slide without passing comment. Her responding silence was enough.

"The Black Hydras follow orders to the letter and kill the enemy... Anything less and you should have joined the Marines."

Clarifying matters with a measure of black humour at least proved Tarix did not find the concept of a joke as alien as her reputation might suggest. Even so, this was serious business. If they had good fortune, things would jsut be boring. If they did not, then it might bea percentage game of how many would survive.

"Our mission is to provide covering escort for a strategic insertion of the following targets," she continued, clicking the first graphic up on the board. A representation of old-style battlestar and basestar, merged together like the victims of some ill-advised mating ritual. "This is technology harking back to the first machine war. As such, we have good estimates of what the Cylon ship's layout is likely to be. Estimates report the two collided immediately before a random FTL. There'll be no knowing what's awake or dead. The only guarantee is, if anything wakes up, it won't be human. Not after all this time. To that end, we might be called upon to provide orbital bombardment support or, possibly, to engage flying hostiles. I want you to mark the known weapons emplacements on both ships... The fleet needs to break them up and use the raw materials. Marines will be inserted to sweep through both structures, but if we're calle dupon to neutralise any activated weapon systems, you need to know where to hit."