Condor shook the Captain's hand, giving the clone a firm grip, while relaxing the rest of his body. " Yes sir. We're well equipped for stealth operations and sabotage. " He neglected to mention his piloting skills, hoping they wouldn't be necessary. He wasn't familiar with the experimental stealth ship, so he'd only be along for the ride this time if everything went well.
Heading back to the rest of his squad, Condor buckled himself down as the pilot's voice came over the comms and the boarding ramp closed. He could hear a grunt from Sixer as the ship lurched off the ground, mentioning quietly that it wasn't going to be a luxury cruise. Balyeg squad's medic wasn't fond of anything that could kill you without a chance for medical care, and that extended heavily to anything involving space.
Condor had to admit to himself that the trip bothered him as well. The ship was experimental, so there was no guarantee they wouldn't be spotted. At least if he was in the pilot's seat he'd feel comfortable about making it back to the Venator's, or even running the blockade. As it stood though, he didn't like being a sitting duck. He, or his squad.