Silverwind nodded at Zian's reply to his own musings. "You're right," he replied as he looked at the consoles he'd pointed out. "I guess if they're willing to send a ship this sophisticated and up to date for this mission, then it must be something very important to command to risk this, and to make an investment in time and manpower... though that does make me wonder why they've sent mercenaries to do the job - if it's that much of a serious issue, surely you send your own professionals to do the job..." he trailed off on that thought, before a powerfully built ursine who was evidently the captain began the briefing, after a little verbal fencing with Antonia that put a smile on his muzzle for a few moments.
The one-eyed fox listened carefully as the captain explained the mission. For the most part, he simply confirmed the details they'd already received, and elaborated on many points. The image accompanying them was gruesome, but gave plenty of clues of its' own: The presence of bullet wounds could point to a number of things - if the person in question had been killed by whoever had taken the personnel and spirited them away - or worse - then they used recognizable firearms technology. Though, the massive hole in the chest was less than reassuring on that regard. And it wasn't a pleasant way for anyone to die. Though, on reflection, there were very few ways that were pleasant to die.
"This tower - how many personnel were there? And were they military or civilian personnel that were present? I'm just wondering, could there have been any possible provocation for any kind of, I don't know; hostile action of any kind? Did they report any life-forms of any kind on the planet that could have been responsible in any way, sir?"
He folded his arms, resting his chin on one hand, as he studied the slowly rotating holographic image of the planet, and slowly pulled through his thoughts.
"I'm just thinkin'," he said out loud for the benefit of his team-mates and commander, "what kinda thang it is we're dealin' with here: hostile forces, y'know, bandits, raiders or some kinda buttheads like that. XT's - that is, sapient hostiles who ain't from round our parts - of some kind, or whether it could be some kinda of hostile indigenous critter. Like, some kind of nasty bug or predator that they ain't expectin' at all".
He shrugged. "I'm sure y'all think I'm nuts fer suggestin' it... but y'know. 'There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio...'"