Wade had been spending a lot of time the last couple days going through the ships inspections, checking systems, making sure everything was up to par and secured, and also going extensively through Blackwatch's rules and regulations, most of which discussed duties and responsibilities of team members, as well as his own. He found it interesting that the person that would know the most about operations wasn't someone actually part of the teams. By design, he was the only person that actually knew the full scopes of missions. He'd also learned he was required now to implant a small device in his skull that would terminate him should something happen such as capture, torture, extreme duress, etc. It was definitely more than he'd signed up for but also something he'd had to agree to since compartmentation was much less of an option for him.

All part of agreements before reading the information requiring specialized clearances for the role.

At any rate, Wade wanted to make it a point to have conversations with his team leads before any sort of group briefings or otherwise. He'd gone over his newest leads record, certainly an interesting one to say the least. He'd replicated a couple cups of coffee and placed them on his desk as he waited for Lieutenant Hoshino to report to his office.

The turbolift doors parted with a muted hsss as it reached deck 1. Khalil stepped out onto the bridge along with three other crew members who arrived to relieve those on watch. He used the time it took to cross the bridge to look around, observing the marriage of the old style construction and the new interface. Most refits offer more function than form, but on this bridge felt like it had been built with the contemporary hardware of the 2360’s.

He approached the door and activated the door chime, the door delayed for a second before opening to the ready room, the aroma of life giving coffee permeated the space. “Captain” Khalil snapped to attention, “Lieutenant Khalil Hoshino reporting on board.” He placed the PADD containing his orders and those transferring Kaelen, Jaxom, and one Cormorant class transport to the Rubicon.

Wade motioned to the seat on the opposite side of his desk. "Take a seat Lieutenant. Welcome aboard". He looked over the man, taking not of his younger looks in comparison to his service record. Many that had participated in the stressors of war appeared much older in age. Hoshino did not, but experience given their situation and missions that were upcoming, were vital. And Wade wasn't one to judge based on appearances alone. What he was going to make sure of however is that the team leads fully understood their missions as well as that of their teams, and their roles. Everyone coming on bard had been selected, but still had to take the oat h and sign the final documents, including Jessica. He would handle that in a more formal setting.

Khalil sat down in front of the Captain’s desk, “Thank you sir. I appreciate the hospitality on board, most patrol ships don’t have a dedicated section of the ship for operators.” He took the coffee closest to him a tasted the earthy brew, unsweetened. “Coffee in the field is so good by itself, coffee at the academy has to have cream and sugar, I suppose it’s the environment.”

He took note of the Lieutenants words decided it was best to correct any expectations. "I know your orders were intentionally vague, everyone's is. However we are only posing as a border patrol. As for the dedicated facilities for Blackwatch, that's because you aren't mere operators. Not on this ship. Everything is much different than what you're used to. It's part of the reason I wanted to talk with you as a team leader. One of the biggest rules is that between members, discussion of mission assignments or information that isn't dispersed or experienced by the team as a whole are entirely off limits to discuss. You'll see that everyone will be expected to stay within the limits of their role and assigned duties, and not talk about what they are assigned. Compartmentalization is vital, and anyone caught breaking these rules will end up being a footnote somewhere on a prisoner log."

Wade picked up his own coffee and took a sip "It's been pretty decent, I've blended a few types and settled on this one for the moment. Something tells me I'll be drinking alot of this stuff, already have been."

Khalil smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling with a brief flash of nostalgia. “Coffee was not just a drink in the field, sir. On the Tecumseh, it was actually the centerpiece for one of my favorite 'mission of the day' training scenarios. I’d coordinate with engineering and security, then wake the team up with an official briefing. They had exactly forty minutes to search the ship—first to locate the encrypted replicator pattern, then to find the single, specific replicator on board authorized to make it. All the while, they had to avoid security patrols while engineering threw artificial gravity shifts and atmospheric obstacles at them.”

He paused, letting the warmth of the memory fade before turning his full, undivided attention back to Wade.

Leaning forward in his chair, Khalil dropped the levity entirely, his posture tightening into that of a seasoned operator. “My team and I are prepared to get the job done, Captain. I’ll personally see to it that operational details are locked down and strictly maintained within my unit. But all I ask of you, sir, is that you clearly convey your intent to me for each mission, so I can show them what success actually looks like. If I can give them that ultimate goal, my experience has shown me that my operators become highly motivated, far more vigilant, and completely adaptable when they encounter an unforeseen obstacle. If I send them in with blinders on, they might miss the forest for the trees.”