The radio in James's ear burped out a chuckle, causing the young soldier to raise a brow.  Despite how static tended to tinge whatever noises may be spoken over the radio, he was at least able to hear clearly enough that the chuckle definitely sound like it came from a female member of their team rather then a male one, no doubt when James had dropped his knife.  Looking up from his Lancer, James made a quick look to see if he could identify who made the noise.<br/><br/>His blue eyes landed first on Corporal Faedrin.  He couldn't see her face, not with the helmet, but James was reminded of the vicious scars that had been at her face that he had seen back on the ground during their initial briefing, giving an ironic twist when he heard that she would be their medic.  He had grimaced upon seeing the ugly scars that looked as if something had clawed at her face - a Wretch most likely, though he supposed a Drone or other Locust creature could've done it.  Obviously a story behind there but who didn't have one?  James was one of the few that had managed to keep any permanent markings on his face and form but, like he said, he was just one of the few.<br/><br/>Either way he couldn't tell if she had done it, not with her helmet, and he looked to another Corporal of their squad named Rivero.  Like him, she was messing with one of her weapons but instead of a Lancer she had a longer, more powerful weapons; the Longshot Sniper Rifle.  James never thought he could make it as a sniper.  It wasn't that he was a bad shot - he was a decent shot with any Lancer -, it was just that the whole one-shot-one-reload thing didn't appeal to him.  He preferred weapons that fired and kept on firing until the thing he was shooting at was dead.  Though she wasn't scarred like Faedrin and she wasn't wearing a helmet, James couldn't see any sign of if she had been the one that chuckled at his expense.<br/><br/>Oh well.  His search now over, James gazed outside the King Raven and, unable to help it, he felt a bit of wariness at the fog that surrounded them.  It was difficult to see and despite how cocksure their pilot Jeanette - he had no idea as to how he would even start to pronounce her last name - sounded with the comments that she had fired back at him about being cooped up in the chopper, James was unsure about their chances of getting to the landing sight in one piece.  True, he wasn't a pilot and thus didn't know if they had instruments or anything that could help them see through such conditions but James still wondered if Jeanette could actually see through something like this-<br/><br/>As if answering his question, the King Raven suddenly jerked up at a ninety-degree angle as if it was trying to avoid something, making him think that their pilot hadn't been able to see and was now avoiding something.  Having been laid back a moment again, James suddenly found himself sliding along his seat.<br/><br/>"Oh shit!"<br/><br/>Instinctively, James had managed to grab his Lancer before it could fall from his lap just as his knife did previously.  And thank God did James make sure to remember to strap himself in as the straps around his body grew taut against his armor to hold him in place.  It still left James in a bit of a humorous position, however, as he looked as if he was stuck in a half-fall.  Then the King Raven suddenly dived and James was nearly thrown in the other direction.  This time he at least rose a hand to grab onto one of the rails to better keep himself in place.<br/><br/>The audible<i>thud</i>of skull meeting metal would tell any nearby Gears that he hadn't managed to keep himself from the bodily harmed that he had feared.  If they hadn't heard it though they would only have to turn to see the hand that clutched at the back of his head, his face screwed up in a pained expression while he cursed audibly.  Belatedly he realized that their pilot was speaking.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">... you'll see the abandoned town of Ilinar. Tourist hotspots include casinos, red light districts and five star hotels.</span>"<br/><br/>"Anything's better then this flying death trap!" James shouted in reply as he rubbed furiously at the small bruise that was starting to form. "God damn it!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>