<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br/>Dalton; Planetside<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>"Two minutes from Drop Zone"</em></span><br/><br/>That was the signal to to do the final system checks as they came in to their drop point.  DJ was in the cockpit of her mech, the<em>Shinigami</em>, doing final checks as they neared their drop zone.  She was dressed how she usually was when piloting, wearing a standard, purple bodysuit with large portions cut away, revealing that she not only wore nothing underneath the suit but also revealing her lower back and stomach as well as her arms and legs from the elbows and knees down.   Piloting an energy-based mech like the<em>Wraith</em>meant that, even with the heat sinks, it got insanely hot inside.  Bolted to the floor beside her was a small, insulated box that was designed to stay fairly cool, at least 30 degrees cooler than than the inside temperature of the cockpit.  Inside that box were six bottles of water.  This was a godsend because the heat made DJ sweat like a pig and she was used to constantly being on the move.  Staying hydrated was of dire importance in a long-ranging battle with few breaks, not that they were expecting any major competition, but that was no need to get cocky.<br/><br/>The dropship doors quickly opened up as the ship settled into a stable, fire support hovering position.  DJ followed after Allia's<em>Ghiestwulf</em>and Everett's<em>Butterfly</em>, moving to the walkway and leaping out of the open hatch.  Sensors automatically activated two of the seven jumpjets at 10 meters off the ground, instantly slowing the<em>Shinigami's</em>decent and landing very lightly on the ground below.  Without wasting a second, she moved out of the LZ and moved about a quarter of a kilometer out, staying under cover.  Her sensors were on full alert for anything even remotely suspicious, but nothing showed up.  Still, that didn't mean they weren't targeted and just awaiting the order to be fired upon.  DJ found a high point and swept the area with her PPC.  As she expected, there was no movement other that a small group of hooved creatures native to the planet about three kilometers to the east.<br/><br/>DJ analyzed the data coming in and noted that the planet was indeed quite warm, certainly much moreso than she was used to being in.  It was barely midday and the temperatures were already in the lower 90s.  If she had to guess, it'd be in the triple digits in the next two or three hours, if not sooner.  DJ kept a closed-circuit channel open with the rest of Recon as well as the other Lances.  The communications were set to 'Receive Only' so she was able to mutter,<strong>"Damn, this place is barren.  Well, can't complain too much.  Looks like the landing went pretty good so far."</strong>