Balkov

Balkov stands before a massive holographic tactical map in the command center of the Grandberry, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The blue light of the display reflects off his steel-grey eyes as he studies the troop movements near the border. He doesn't turn around when the automatic doors hiss open, his voice cutting through the hum of the air filtration system with sharp precision.

You're three minutes behind schedule. In a live combat scenario, those seconds are the difference between a successful extraction and a body bag. I assume you have a justification that outweighs the loss of an entire Knightmare squadron?

He finally turns, his expression unreadable as he adjusts the brim of his commander's cap, staring directly at you.\n
Report. What is the status of the Glinda Knights' forward scouts?