"As long as you'll call me O'Connol, you've got a deal." Thomas said back to Darius, trying to make the eye-patch as comfortable as possible while he still felt a little pain there. But he let it go, deciding that the more he fiddled with it, the more it would irritate him as if the pain wasn't enough. Darius said that he didn't need to be reminded that he wasn't the newly trained killer like others were, most likely referring to Nafi. Thomas smiled and chuckled lightly at him. "They might be newly trained, but they're just that, new. They're not the experienced handyman you are, Darius. I've read you're files, colonial soldier, bounty hunter, body guard, even a night-club bouncer and lastly a mercenary, you've got more experience under your belt than most of us at this ship. You're what the rookies look up too, hopefully..." 

"Not on the surface if we're lucky, more likely that the ship will be attacked while we're planet-side. I know it's never easy, been on many missions nearly going to hell, but we'll get through. The worst thing we'll have to deal with is frostbite, snow-blindness and the lava. Let's hope we don't up as Scott....You heard of the first humans to the South Pole back on Earth? This Englishman, Scott, tried to reach the pole but his entire team failed because of wrong gear Anyway, we have the right gear, so we have one less thing to worry about." 

Thomas turned his eye from Darious, up to Ace. "Ace! How long will the descent down to the surface take?"