Qianhe's gaze grew piercing.
"If the mission fails because you're fighting over control of the regions, there will be no reward. Furthermore, all of you will be blacklisted for five years and barred from accepting any internal missions assigned by the Warband."
"Is that clear?!"
"Understood!"
The twenty men responded in unison.
"Very good."
Qianhe nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now, move out!"
The instant he finished speaking, all twenty men present acted in perfect unison. With a single thought, they each donned their Power Armor.
KSHHH! KLANG! CHUNK!—
Accompanied by the grating hiss of depressurizing air valves and the roar of interlocking metal, twenty suits of heavy Power Armor materialized out of thin air. Filled with a Gothic aesthetic and a sense of brutal power, they completely encased their wearers.
