"Chort tzdbya beeree!"
Nic's gruff voice filled the barracks as his barely opened eyes glanced at the time on the clock. 2AM. Now, he wasn't mad at the fact that he was getting up so early, it was mostly the fact that he hadn't got to sleep. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and sluggishly swung his legs out from underneath the covers, where they came to rest on the cold floor. At the end of his bunk lay the newly-put-together beauty that was his LMG. Katyusha, he called it, as it reminded him of home and the Nationally famous war song.
"Oh, Katyusha, why must sleep slip through my grasp so easily? When I think I have it in a choke hold...The damned Aliens lay waste to some poor-ass citizen. What is it they want with us anyway, with a civilization so hell bent on surviving on this barren rock, what threat could we pose?"
After taking a moment to ponder the thought, his tongue rolling across his pointed teeth, Nic began throwing each piece of armor on. Heavy as it may be, it had long ago become light to him as his body grew accustomed to the enormous pressure it put upon his frame. Any normal Assault wimp would crumble underneath the sheer mass, but not Nic. No, Nic was made for this. He was born a Heavy.
"Nic! Move your ass, Sigma's being called for this!" came a woman's voice from the doorway, far too high pitched and loud for this time of day.
"Indanahway suka bluut..." was Nic's response as he slung on the rest of his gear (Along with Katyusha, of course), and trudged towards the door with his helmet tucked firmly underneath his arm. "How about you go tell Lawson I'm on my way, little bird. I don't have time to discuss such things. As you said, Sigma is needed. As for Marius, I'm sure he is on his way to the Hangar, no?" And with that, the large man shoved past the tiny Swedish Sniper, smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
As Nic rounded the corner to the access lift, he saw Marius waiting for it to reach his floor, and immediately lifted his large helmet into the air. "Ah...First one here, as always. Where is the rest of our circus troop? Still sleeping I assume?"
As was the same with every mission, Nic was quick to assume, and even faster when it came to readying up in the morning. Some would call him a Veteran, some would call him a machine. It didn't matter to Nic however, for he preferred the life of War and Destruction. He didn't even care whether or not this planet died, his job was to ensure the safety of the team, and the success of the missions by killing everything in sight before it got to him or the rest of Sigma.