[Location: Saturn's Orbital Shipyard]
The USS Spirit of Freedom had been bought in for maintenance. Workers aboard the Shipyard's Station watched as the "Gladiator of Terra", as the Spirit was affectionally dubbed, slowing made it's way to docking bay Alpha-11. It's vanta-black body, nacelles, and saucer was a sight to behold. On the ship's massive saucer, only her name and number, USS Spirit of Freedom-2100A, was illuminated. Once the docking clamps had secured her, the pressurized-bridge extended to her hull and locked into place.
The teams of maintenace crew gathered around to see Humanity's living legends. As the Spirit of Freedom's door hissed open, armored figures disembarked from her. Everyone knew all twelve of the Scotts, knowing them by name, armor/visor style, and sloan. Of the twelve of them, there was four of them that stood above the rest.
The first off the Interstellar-Battleship and the fourth most dealy-ranked, Lieutenant Junior Grade, Sentinel of Security, Jetscott - Callsign: Amethyst-Reaper. His race according to his Defense-Database file, Unclassifiable, more cyborg than human, 29 years of age. He wore Vanta-Black armor with Magnetic-Amethyst accents. The armor was complimented by his block T-Style, magnetic-amethyst-colored visor. As for his sloan, he so fitting chose one befitting his personality and voice. "Your End... Because We So Demand It." He was well-known for his hyper-mechanic sounding voice. Low, deep and calming... all the while making every sentence sound like a forgotten, metallic-god's promise of death.
Several other Scotts departed the ship, only to be followed off by the last three of the Vanta-Clad Tetrad. These three Scotts had the most heavily classified and redacted record, kill counts that numbered into the hundred of millions, and ranks befitting of their service records. Of the last of the Scotts of their Titanium-Steel haven, came the Diplomacy-Specialist, Tetrad-Three Drescott - Callsign: Azrael's Bane. His file was checkered with a dozen rescues and planetary occupations, age 23. His file said his was human male, armor was colored Vanta-Black with Radium-Green accents with a clockface-like visor. As for his slogan: "Victoria aut mortis (Victory or Annihilation in Terran Dead-Latin)."
Second to last off was the Second-In-Command, Weaponry-Expert, Tetrad-Two Arscott - Callsign: Ardent-Spirit. The file on Arscott read: "She is a human female, 24 years of age." It want on to state in underlined detail, "do not let her cutesy nature around Tetrad-One fool you. Her skills with any weapon places her in heavy-redact, and will not hesitate to rip anything that decides her rose-tinted crush was less-than-superior. Her armor was Vanta-Black armor with Fluorescent-Amber accents. Her visor, a pentagram in style, glowing that fluorescent amber. As for her slogan: Tu vel mecum vel contra me (You are either with me or against me in Terran Dead-Latin).
As for the last one off of the Spirit of Freedom, was none other than Full-Command-Senior, Interstellar-Strategy-Specialist, Tetrad-One Prescott J. Philip - Callsign: Cassini's Reflection. The file on Prescott was fully redacted. However, those with enough clearance knew it read, "Tetrad One - Prescott J. Philip, may come across as a kind-hearted, shield for humanity. Don't even attempt to outplan/double-cross/outsmart him. Mental Archtype: Machiavellian-Hyper Vigilant-Mastermind. In other terms, Prescott was philosophical, hyper analytic, king-like player on humanity's chessboard. His armor was Vanta-Black with Royal-Red & Electric-Copper colored accents. His visor, a chevron-style, double V, glowing copper normally. However, when put in situations where violence arose, the electric-copper glow of his chevron and armor, become Royal-Red. As for his slogan: "Ita Sit - Natus pro vincere (So be it - Born to conquer in Terran Dead-Latin).
As the Scotts entered Saturn's Pioneer 11 Rememberance Shipyard, they had their assignments. Those not of the Tetrad, gather necessary supplies for any mission that might come their way. Meanwhile, the Tetrad was to report to Station Command, access the communication room, and get their next mission from Terran Interstellar United Command (T.I.U.C.) for immediate deployment. With their task, Prescott, Jetscott, Drescott, and Arscott made their way into the communication room, and sound-proofed it. Utilizing their Clearance Grade-Theta secure channel, Admiral Boreredare's holo-project appeared before them.
"Welcome back to the Sol System Vanta-Clad Tetrad. What I'm about to assign you is more redacted that all of your records combined. This is a mission to be carried out under need-to-know basis. Understood?" The holo-projection of the older man in a neatly pressed Admiral's uniform, a head of white hair, and a look of absolute-seriousness said. For the Scotts were about to embark on a mission that would alter the collective life in an unimagineable way.