Her hometown friends joked amongst themselves over the radio, but Naomi was in no mood to chat.  Even though most people would have gotten motion sickness, she kept her eyes closed tightly, holding onto the rails of her drop pod.  Her equipment was secured to the side of the pod - her tool kit, rations, 5.7mm submachine gun, and backpack.  She was to help with the machines in the back lines, but Naomi knew that the fighting was fierce and that they might need every man - and woman - that was able.  Her fingers were crossed that she wouldn't have to shoot anyone.