The gunfire did little to shake Krixus’s calm demeanor. Gunfire meant that at the very least something was happening even though the low light did not allow him to actually see the situation ahead of them. He was on edge to say the very least, this entire situation felt like the start to a bad monster movie, but reality always seemed to be much more hash than fiction ever could be. He shifted his shotgun in front of him, the affixed bayonet glinting in the low light, catching his gaze for a brief moment as he heard the voice next to him.<br/><br/>“How long I have been serving? Not really the best situation to ask personal questions is it?” He asked in kind, flashing a weak smile as he mumbled “Almost 20 years now, signed up illegally when I was 16.” He flashed his seeing-eye-sniper another small smile, not too sure about keeping the conversation going given the situation but he had his own questions. “What about you hmm? How long have you served?” he asked keeping his eyes forward, his gun at the ready just in case.<br/><br/>The talk of the past made him rather home sick in truth, the marines had been his life for 20 years… 20 years of fighting and war and now it would all come to an end like this? The end really did seem like it was a distinct possibility despite how much he wished it to continue. Here he was, stranded on this planet with god knows what type of native species and maybe even Grey mechs hunting them… Hopefully the bugs were just as much a danger to the greys as they were to the marines at the very least.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>