"Well the atmosphere isn't breathable, so a normal gun is going to be useless. Damn to hell my favoring the older weapons..." Langston muttered the second sentence. "I will probably use a laser sniper. Got one the other day that is perfect for this job!" He smiled thinking of his beloved gun collection. "What's the angle this time? You going to play the diplomat? foreign politician? we need you to sound important enough to get him distracted. And PLEASE don't whore yourself to get close to him... I REALLY don't want to be a grandparent yet..." he chuckled at her expression. "Joking, dear! Come on! you know me better than that!"<br/><br/>Turning to their weapon vault, he got his weapon ready. "Here, just in case you get in a bad situation!" he said, tossing her a laser pistol. Walking over to his space suit cabinet he grabbed his and said, "Suit up dear! we've got a job to do!"<br/><br/>REXL zoomed over to their ships controls. "Plotting course for Frenner's moon. Please buckle up masters! Where should we touch down sir?"<br/><br/>Langston looked over the schematics of the planet. "There. In the crevice near the Antorian palace gates. Creex is known to frequent the parties they throw there." he said. He looked over at his daughter, "Nervous?" he asked as he sat down to buckle up.