<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Steen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Skyranger<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>any.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once they were lead to the Skyranger, Rick took a good look at the strange boxy craft. It looked awesome, mixing future tech, if that was the term with old school physics. It probably was a dream to fly, until the engines crapped out. He wondered if it were stealth.<br/><br/>Climbing in he immediately noticed the equipment lockers and naturally the jumpseats. He groaned at the sight, spending trillions on a new transport plane then buy standard jumpseats, cause soldiers didn’t deserve comfort. Still as he settled into one, he blessed the fact he wasn’t carrying sixty pounds of gear and neither were the others, that made it easier at least.<br/><br/>He noticed the Lieutenant go up front, probably to discuss something with their pilot. Which was a wrong assumption he realized as he came up on the intercom, telling them to gear up. That was a first, he’d never gone into action on the first day of any deployment. That was bad planning and upset the politicians. Still, this was why they paid him.<br/><br/>With that he rose and picked an equipment locker at random. He grabbed body armour, thankfully relatively standard male issue. He threw it on, tightening where necessary. He attached the radio he found, and pushed in the earbug, running the microphone in front of his lips. That settled he grabbed an assault rifle and did a quick check to familiarize himself with it. Not to mention checking it was truly empty.<br/><br/>Politely passing other members of the team, he then dove into the ammo locker, and began pocketing clips of ammo, putting them in the familiar pouches on his armour webbing. After some rummaging he found a grenade, pocketing that one as well, along with a flashbang.<br/><br/>Thus outfitted, he moved back to his seat and sat back down. Already he could feel his pre combat jitters begin to manifest. Adrenaline beginning to fill his veins. He never spoke of it, but he wasn’t sure, if he hated combat or secretly loved it. There was nothing like the sensation.<br/><br/>