The Dogpound gathered after the decontamination unit was done with them. They went to the south bridge as Nevada set up a video call with Washington and Carolina in the recovery unit of the Red Merle. Once they were ready they knew what they were going to discuss. "Do we have a consensus around what we are at best?" Nevada asked them all.
"We are the clone generals that are more elite and less expendable, we don't have fancy powers like the twins, we aren't stronger than Omaha, and we aren't as lucky as Proto and Achilles." Wash listed off.
"Which means we are human playing an inhuman game." Hawaii looked around as their unit was becoming smaller by the engagement. "We have the experience edge on the clones, I think it is time we double up and lead the legions rather than be this insertion squad. Astral has that covered with fireteam Angel, Falcon, and Wolf."
"So you want us to disband to try and preserve each other?" Minn asked, interrogating her friend.
"Hold on a second, not my point." Hawaii went to defend herself as Nevada put his hand up.
"There are four of us that are healthy, I think we slow down and work with the clones more closely and work on discussions." Nevada added on.
Mississippi looked down to the floor in disappointment. "What have we done that's meaningful since the battle of earth? I feel like all we have done is things that get in their way. In this sense, should we all retire like Indy and live a peaceful life?"
Silence befell all of them, she had a point, between the six of them they looked around at each other and realized they weren't even the best on earth anymore, they were standard fodder in their minds to be tossed about with the freelance ability to engage where they wanted to go.
Proto, Omaha and Airsoft stood on the north bridge as Airsoft forcibly kept his eyes open to not scar his mind more. "This galaxy has several planets you would be looking at trying to resolve the peace on." Achilles pointed out the starmap as the four of them gazed apon it.
"This planet looks very unhealthy, look at the state the people are in, it disgusts me!" Omaha looked as one of the planets had a ruling class that held all of the wealth on the planet.
"This one, I have a feeling we four need to just investigate with the Beacon from Astral." Airsoft pointed it out as a dark cloud circled it. "Something is very off putting about this entire thing."
"This planet is already at war, we should wait to engage until later?" Proto pointed at the third planet in the system. "Most of their tech shouldn't come close to ours, but the last time that happened, it killed tens of thousands."
"It seems like we stumbled across the right place to help out?" Airsoft looked across the three planets. "By the time we are done with this one." He pointed to the one with the rich ruling class. "And visit this one, with Astral on speed dial." He moved his hand to the last planet. "This one should be ready to be taken over in a cakewalk, very peacefully."
"So do we just give up?" Mississippi looked around.
"That's the coward's way of doing things, and we all learned better than that." It was a mix of Indy's voice and California's, why would he be here? Either of them?
"Says the retired old man and the backstabber!" Nevada shouted loudly as the rest of the team was in full support of their current leader.
"Look, I am retired thanks to what Utah said to me, if he didn't save me, I would have been killed instead of him." Indy paused as Cali spoke along to mix the voices together. "A part of me wishes he could have lived his life out with Omaha, rather than spent his to save mine."
"We all make mistakes, own them and grow, ask for help from Astral and see what magic wonders he can create." Cali asked them to implore them to seek help as the call ended from their side.
The six of them on hearing their retired teammate tell them to not give up was the fuel they needed, but they wanted to wait for the correct moment in order to not come into a mess. "So we will stick together and learn? Become better than everyone else, just to prove those two that they gave up at the wrong times?" Nevada asked them all as they agreed in a full vote of all six ready to ask Astral for the highest end of equipment.
Proto and Omaha sat down on the couch as Astral walked in. Airsoft was caught off guard as Angel and James walked in behind him. A defeated look across the twins' faces. "What happened with the toy?" Everyone else was confused as Astral got a chuckle.
"She used it to its fullest, then became worn out." Astral sat in his chair as they all looked at the starmap again. "This planet, you six will travel down there with my Beacon hovering around, I will connect it so all that needs to happen is you touch it and I will be summoned. Sounds like a plan?"
"Yeah, can we take this one first, the people are becoming restless and just need supplies?" Airsoft pointed at it as the status of the planet was teetering between rebellion, protests and revolution.
"I can agree with that. Free reigns on it go nuts and fire away and feel free to use any resources necessary." Astral waved his hand as Shiro popped up and began to run the startup programs for the requirements they needed. Airsoft offered his hand over to Achilles as he waved no.
The trio of Airsoft, Omaha and Proto suited up with their new undersuits as they began their start of their great invasion.