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He locked Kane in a steely gaze. "I was concerned that one of you green idiots fresh off of Crucible would call me 'Sir', Private. In case you're deaf, I'm a Staff Sergeant, Kane. That means I work for a living. That means I am not a 'Sir'." He turned to the rest of the unit. Hopefully that little speech would keep any more clever observations from coming up until he knew what exactly it was that he was concerned about. It didn't help to worry about things until you could do something about them anyway.

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"ETA?"

Steve said, lifting his head alittle. Steve was not the one to worry, though, he had seen the glint that the other officer had mentioned.

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"We leave as soon as our pilot gets her Navy ass in here and tells us we're ready. Planetfall will take less than five. We're going in fast."

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McGarril stepped into the room shortly after Sergeant Kerr had finished speaking, taking the at attention stance once inside. "Staff Sergeant Kerr, Lieutenant McGarril, reporting. I'm here to report that the dropship is ready, and I am only waiting for you and your team of marines."

"Good. Get back and start the flight check. We'll be there shortly." Kerr turned to the Marines. "You heard the pilot. Get your gear and head to the hangar. Move, Marines!" Kerr pivoted and left the room to retrieve his gear and get ready for the planetfall.

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Steve bustled out of the room like the rest of the soldiers there. He had his game face on, meditating the mission to come. He had made it passed every other obstacle in his life,
and he was not about to let his guard down.

He collected his gear with care, taking measures to ensure the reliability of each piece of equipment.
He strapped on his things, and made for the hangar.

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Seamus followed the crew as they headed out. As a corporal, he outranked a few of the men here, but that wouldn't really be an issue, just as being outranked wouldn't matter much either. It was a small crew, and everyone would pretty much just have to worry about their own job. The only one really in charge would be the sergeant.

Seamus hummed softly to himself as he walked along, checking his straps and making sure that his gear was properly attached, especially his heavy repeater; the gun that was his pride and joy, his mission, and his position. The heavy machine gun would probably not be needed, it was useful mostly against large groups rather than a few insurgents, like they would probably be facing, but it was always best to be prepared.

Seamus entered the dropship, and buckled down, his heavy repeater in his hands, the pistol at his hip, and six grenades in a bandolier across his chest. He was ready to drop, and so snapped his CO a quick salute. This shit was literally about to go down.

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Bryant swung back on his chair with his arms crossed, looking around the room. He had seen most of the people in here before, but never talked to any of them. He'd read their files but files can't really tell you that much about them until you meet them. Considering they'd probably read his, he silently thanked himself for deleting his pre-service history. All they knew was that he could patch people up and that he was in the Marines since he was 25. Or he hoped so, anyway. He looked around at the five others in the room and sighed, wondering why to bother dragging three quarters of a marine team to checkout some unimportant base on a giant snowball, instead of a civilian rescue team. He caught the last bit of what Kane was saying.
'What were you thinking?'
'Isn't the seargent entitled to his own mind Kane?'
He was actually silently thinking Because he probably doesn't like bringing wasters and mercs on missions... I know I wouldn't.

As the pilot came in and announced they were ready to leave, Bryant stood up and checked he had all his kit. Why he would need a pistol on a non-combat mission he didn't know, but he supposed the same applied to everyone else. He ran to board the ship, most of his gear weighing him down quite a bit. Once on board he checked he had everything and sat down. Just a routine checkup, right?


Edit: Shit, that was fast posting. Doh!

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Kane sat reclined in a seat nearest the exit of the dropship, his gear was strapped on, and he had slightly non-standard goggles on for protection against wind and light. "Well... if all goes well... I'll have some fun..." he chuckled to himself softly....

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Steve strapped down. Slightly struggling with the safety straps.
He seated himself, and instantly began to go into his rituals.
Thinking of the mission, and focusing on staying focused.
Sounds that meant nothing were shut out. Idle chatter was reduced to distant moaning. The roar of the engine was dulled to the steady beat of a drum.
Steve put his hands crossed over his chest and awaited take-off.

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