Dieter looked around the Star Port, they were at ground level, he hated it. He was so used to taking positions of advantage, both in the field and in life. He kept himself somewhat removed emotionally from his relationships so as to always have the 'high ground' when it came to the messier things, like leaving to another shit hole colony. Like this one. His fatigues already bore sweat marks across the abdominals and his middle back, the damn jungle might as well have been a sauna.<br/><br/>"Who the hell's idea was it to cut out a damn star port in the middle of the jungle? More importantly, Major, who the hell did we piss off to get stuck with this bullshit job?"<br/><br/>Kraeber had a good rapport with Major Jameson, but not good enough to get away with questioning the Major over open comms in such a cavalier manner. "God damnit Kraut! I said get your ass up into that tower to provide overwatch! Anymore smart ass remarks and my boot will be so far up your ass that your next date will taste the muck from my boots when you kiss her! Do you get me!" The Major wasn't lying entirely, he had kicked Private Jenson so hard in the ass for talking out of turn he'd broken the poor kid's tailbone. On the other hand, that lucky little shit was back at The Rings orbiting Earth kicking back and hitting on all the hot nurses. At least that's what Dieter imagined, he figured just about anything could be better than being stuck in some backwater 'protecting' a bunch of miners and their families from nothing.<br/><br/>He clambored up the ladder to the top of the overwatch tower, luckily he wasn't afraid of heights, at the top he was in a semi open enclosure with a 3 foot tall heavy plated base board, to allow for those on overwatch to obtain cover if needed. The overhead roof protected from the glaring sun and any inclement weather (sort of). Dieter looked down through his scope at the squad and to the tree line, which began about 50 meters after the cement walled, electric fence lined star port ended. From his position he could even see the tops of the buildings in the Colony proper, to his eyes everything seemed fine. "Major, the colony's still there, nothing going on at the treeline and nothing out of the ordinary down at your level, aside from Rico actually doing some work. Check that, another odd thing, even Brooke is starting to look pretty attractive on this rock, slim pickings out here on this rock!" He complained half in gest, half in serious concern for the lack of unattached women on the colony.<br/><br/>"Everybody clear the god damn comms with your bullshit! Unless your message starts with sir, has a sitrep in the middle and ends in sir, shut your damn mouth or I'll have you picking your teeth off the floor!" Major Jameson fumed, but he was just playing his role of hardened combat veteran getting his soldiers in line. Well, at least to Dieter's knowledge, Jameson hadn't ever kicked anyone's teeth out of their mouth, a punch once knocked a guy's tooth out, but that was just an old war story Jameson told about some soldier who stepped up to him the wrong way in his early years in the Corp.<br/><br/>Switching to a private comm, "Rico you lucky bastard, at least you got something to do. Boring as all hell up here."