Kala took the suit as it was handed to her,  though not exactly motivated by what Shira said that she had no idea what was going on.  Even drunk, that send some chills down her spine at all the implications.<span style="color: Sienna">“Great...”</span>instead of sticking around she moved back away towards one of the walls and started to change into her EVA Suit.  Getting it on was not much trouble, but she did fumble with the seals a little.<br/><br/>Once her suit was on she ran through her checks while waiting with the rest of the crew.  Everything looked green on her screen.  Though when she did pick up a rifle like what was being passed out to everyone, it was obvious that she had never used one with the way she was handling it.<br/><br/>Darion grinned with everyone else on the comment about Ashana walking ahead of them,.<span style="color: seagreen">“That would definitely be a morale booster.”</span>Might as well go along with that, it was all true, plus it helped them relax before deployment.  Especially with the announcement of 12 minutes till planetside.  After that though he let his eyes roam over all the crew that were gathering there in the cargo bay, watching as they were all getting themselves ready.  And apparently they had their own little target for morale.  Didn't really matter.  Though at Sorv's mention of aliens raping their faces, then busting out of their guts or something, he couldn't help but grin.<span style="color: seagreen">“Humans had made an old movie about something like that.  A couple movies in fact.  I think I can find it on the net somewhere.  It would be good for a movie night sometime on one of our breaks between missions.  The Gunny from my Alliance unit used to love those old movies.”</span><br/><br/>Only half listening to the briefing given to the rest of the crew, Darion went over his equipment checks again, testing his armor's seals, and arming his mattock.  Waiting.<br/><br/>Kala listened to what they were doing, and, after pulling up some data for the planet from the ship, she was glad Taseer didn't point at her to be one of the fire team.  Though she did grin at the turion who got his ass chewed out for the leud comment.  At least that was before Falkris ordered her and the rest of the crew to start getting their cover ready  She followed the order, though with a bit of grumbling and curses under her breath at the Turion.<br/><br/>..............................................<br/><br/>When they Finally landed Darion raised his rifle to his shoulder and joined the others in the positions they were told to take up.  When the bay doors finally opened, just looking around outside the ship he knew this was not a place he would want to stay.<span style="color: seagreen">“Welcome to Hell boys and girls.  Please enjoy your stay on the plains of the damned.”</span>he stated, the last joke he uttered as he fell completely silent, now he was on a mission.  As they moved out he noticed the hesitation from Ashana, he only glanced at her for a moment before moving and letting her catch up.  They moved out, Darion to one of the sides, sweeping the landscape with his rifle.  He stood at least 2 meters from anyone else in the group, putting some hopefully not necessary space between them all encase of grenades.<br/><br/>When they finally reached the freighter, the maw of the cargo bay made him freeze for just a moment as the image of a huge hungry beast popped into his mind before he shook it away and moved up the ramp with the others.  Darion just nodded a bit at the order from Firas, feeling no need to speak for such a simple order.<br/><br/>Like Firas, Darion activated the light on his rifle, but continued to sweep the area, canning every nook and cranny of the cargo bay they could.  The lack of any people kept the ominous feeling in his heart, and forced him to keep completely aware of what was going on around him.  He really didn't say much to the added display from Milenya, just kept moving, glancing at it periodically.<br/><br/>When they reached the end of the bay, and the open door, Darion moved to against the wall, his rifle always on that open door, moving into a military breaching type of position.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Ready.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>