<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br/><strong>Briefing Room</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: All</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship <em>Dark Star</em><br/>Dalton; Planetside<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145</strong><br/><br/>There wasn't much to do while waiting for a DropShip to touch down in an active combat zone. Strapped in already you could either recheck the systems for the tenth time in a row or play drums on the control panel. Moshe opted for a more relaxed option, some thermos coffee and a pulp novel. He had enough excitement to worry about once on the ground. Especially seeing as he had still not improved his skills with the PPC's. "<em>Two minutes from Drop Zone...</em>" Well, no rest for the wicked. He slammed back the last of the coffee, giving up a little squeak as it was a bit to hot for such hasty consumption. Good start, scolded his tongue before he even touched the ground...<br/><br/>Sho't bounded a few steps on the ramp before Moshe remembered he was supposed to be all professional and stuff. Falling in behind his lance mates in a slow trot he couldn't help but feel a strange foreboding sensation. He felt constricted already, like he had a goddamn leash around his neck, meticulously fastened to the Ghost at the head of his lance. Strike at the flanks, stay close to Gheistwulf and try to actually hit something... yeah, that was the plan for today.