Standing around the main Galactic map room of the Invictus ship were a half a dozen figures. The first, Serendipity. The female turian that had accepted the job offer stood at the head of the map, explaining the plan to the others. The second, a Mandalorian clad in black, white and red armour with a small cloak on his back, was standing to the right side of Serendipity, standing in front of the rest. On the left side, a third figure. More Notable then the second as this man was a Spartan. Next to the Spartan, was A Guardian. A Hunter to be precise, most commonly switching between Nightstalker and Bladedancer. Making him a viable option as a stealth goer. Finally, standing besides the Mandalorian was a young female Phantom, belonging to the "Terrorist organization" known as Cerberus. The mix was... Very interesting, and the conversation more so. "Scorch goes down there, Noble and Ghost assist. What's not to understand?" Serendipity asked, placing her head in her hands and sighing. "Three people can't take down a planet worth of soldiers." The Spartan mentioned from his position at the table, pointing to the map of the station being displayed. "I mean, how are we supposed to get into the station itself?" He asked calmly, noting that the planet was most likely metallic. "Pods have a drill setting. Should get us through some of the layers, if it's absolutely needed." Serendipity said, before looking up at the Spartan. "Worst case, we land on world and sneak into one of their bases going into the station. Our oxygen storage should last an hour, an hour and a half if we're careful. More then enough time to get in." Serendipity said, before looking to Scorch. "All we have to do is get you to the control room, and lock it down. Hopefully some of these ships around orbit will leave the area after that."