<b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Group 1:</span></b><br/><br/>Darion made his way into the docking bay, his helmet on and sealed tight.  He had already checked all the seal indicators on his computer.  He was ready to board this ship, hoping that their appearance had already started to cause some confusion on the ship they were to board.  The more of a distraction they had, the better.  He was waiting there when everyone decided to start showing up.<br/><br/>His bandoliers and the pouches around his waist were filled with magazines for his rifles and pistols.  2 spare clips of incendiary  rounds, 1 of armor piercing, and 1 anti-personnel mag for his side arm, 1 mag of incendiary already loaded and ready.  A total of 5 mags of pistol ammo.  He also carried half a dozen spare mags for his assault rifle, 4 anti-personnel rounds and 2 armor piercing.  1 mag already loaded in the rifle held in a rest position across his chest.  A pair of frag grenades were attached to the back of his armor as well.  This ship really had been completely fully stocked better than he had asked for.  All this information was sorted on the HUD from his ocular implant connected to his computer.<br/><br/>He watched all the others as they arrived, and finished getting themselves ready, watching first Kes, then the others of the crew, then finally Neymi.  What had taken her so long?<span style="color: SeaGreen">“No, can’t smell anything with this helmet on.”</span>he replied to kes before starting to move around, running checks on their armors, ensuring they were all good to go.  He was focused completely on the missions.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Everyone set and in position?”</span>He asked over the radios for both teams one and two.<br/><br/>Once he got the signal from everyone, darion spoke up again.  As he did he raised his rifle into his shoulder and into a ready stance.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Ok Computer, we are good to go, start the party.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>