Aria stopped walking as the announcement was made. Looking down at her watch, Aria let out a rough breath. "Damn thing is off by five days." Aria grumbled, which could happen since the spaceships traveled much faster and time was something that was hard to keep track of.<br/>Hearing that the deployment teams had to suite up, a grin came to Aria's face. "Well, duty calls." she said before taking off to catch the leaving tram towards the armory.<br/><br/>She'd never hated the tram so much. Having to stand and wait for the tram to get to the level of the armory was the worst. Aria was already itching to get suited up, itching to fight. It was show time in her mind, and it was going to be a hell of a show. Darting out the minute the doors opened, Aria was one of the first few in line.<br/><br/>Her armor was light-weight, but strong, as per usual for all slashers. Her belt was the only aspect of her uniform that was unique. At each hip was a hostler and in each holster was an ax of a shiny black metal that looked like it came out of an ancient Grim Reaper Death story. The handles of each reached down to Aria's knee, and were a hard steel. These Aria had made crafted for her especially, along with the small bombs that were in the right had pocket. Those, Aria had made herself. And the standard issued grenades were in her left hand pocket. The receptor blade that was also standard to the Slasher unit was strapped to her back.<br/><br/>Twisting her hair up into a tight bun, Aria pulled a helmet over her head. It kept her hair back, and the drop shield protected her face and provided oxygen. Picking up her right handed ax, Aria twirled it once, her helmet hiding the grin on her face as she went off to find her major and meet up with the rest of her team.