They'd only had boots on the surface for a few days and already Rico hated it. There was nothing to do, none of the colonists were worth looking at, the place was so humid you were basically swimming so it made optics and masks hell and the only nice things about the place were the big bodies of water that they couldn't access while on duty.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Probably some damn monsters out in the forest that're going to eat us too because why not</span><br/><br/>The mines were dull and they never got to look inside so the only thing that gave Rico any pleasure was fucking with his CO and fucking with the private security that was stationed there too because they definitely had a stick up their ass. His attention was snapped back to the present as the Major barked bringing his attention to the starport that they got to secure. . . Again.<br/><br/>All the other words were basically ignored but<span style="font-weight: bold">"Damnit Rico! Make yourself useful and get that loader up and running and help out with the gear!!"</span>Got his attention loud and clear. With a definite groan Rico acknowledged with a bit of lip.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Yes sir! Right away sir! I'll hop right in that sauna."</span>He gave a halfhearted salute and jogged lazily towards the big clunky yellow power loader that the on board crews used to move things around. The only thing that sucked is even though they were open aired with just a protective cage they tended to gather a good bit of heat.<br/><br/><br/>With a few flicks and a click he was locked in, secured, and up and moving with slow ponderous thumps as the legs moved with his and he began to methodically move the boxes of equipment from the transport bays of the dropships and other extra-planetary haulers that were assisting with the operation.