"Okay, now that that's settled, we need to decide on a course of action. We can't just stay out here like sitting ducks. We need to learn more about what this world holds and how we all got here." Gryf seemed unsure of himself. He was usually completely calm, even cocky, but this time around even he seemed a bit scared. Rank felt bad for him. He'd always been one of the most hardworking people back in their world. Rank couldn't imagine how hard it must be for Gryf to keep in together through everything that was happening. Then again, he was going through a very similar grief.
Rank decided to swallow his emotions and focus on the moment. He could mourn and freak out later. For now, he had to be strong.
"We should pick a direction and start moving. If we move with the seven capable fighters defending us we should be able to safely traverse the area a little at a time." Dirk continued on. "It'll be slow, but seeing as we're limited on brave people, we can't exactly move at top speed."
"No." Rank finally gathered the courage to speak up. "Time is against us here. We don't have anything to eat, and don't even know what we can eat here. We don't know how dangerous it could get at night. We have no idea how the area looks or even where we are relative to anything else. What we desperately need is information, and we need it fast."
"And how do you suppose we get that? The best and only idea we've heard so far is Dirk's." Rank heard Fae behind him. He wasn't used to talking to so many people at once, but he managed to muster every ounce of his charisma and steel his nerves.
"We split into groups. Seven to be exact. Each group will have five or six members. Each group will be led by one of the seven." Rank stood up, getting caught in his own momentum. "The capable fighters spearhead teams of five to seven people. We'll break off into our teams. Each team goes in a different direction."
"And split up? How will that help us." Dirk sounded sceptical. He seemed to at least be interested in the idea from what Rank could tell.
"Let the man finish." Gryf interjected.
"We meet back here at the end of the day. We take it as a trail run. It'll give us an idea of the nearby area in all directions." Rank locked eyes with Dirk.
"And if something goes wrong?" Dirk piped up again. "If someone gets lost or a team gets trapped somewhere?"
"Ten steps ahead. Kat, would you remind us of your class and skill?" Rank smirked. H3 beckoned towards the girl.
"Supreme Strategist, and my skill is Comunication line. It can connect several people to a mental network and provide them with a direct communication line to me." Kat stood up. It was a rather fitting skill for the former student council president. "But I can only connect up to ten people at this moment."
"That's fine, you only have to connect to the seven team leaders." Rank gave her an encouraging smile. He hoped his face wasn't giving away his severe lavk of confidence. "If anything goes wrong, I promise to take personal responsibility and do my best to rectify the situation."
"Well then, that's good enough for me, I second this plan." Gryf smiled at Rank. The act of reassurance helped calm Rank down a bit.
"I guess it's better than moving at a snail's pace. It's just a trail run so what's the worst that could happen." Dirk weighed in.
A chorus of agreements overtook the area. A few minor concerns popped up here and there, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming positivity from the group.
"With that, we should formally introduce the leaders and start choosing teams." Rank decided to ride his hupe train and take charge.