Jennifer boarded the dropship on the Lieutenant's lead, quickly sitting down closest to the ramp and strapping in. She secured her M41A1 beside her and strapped her helmet on as the ramp closed up. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against her seat rest. The dropship's engines were loud as they started, and Jennifer opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, her heart rate jumped up as she knew the next step was the inevitable fall to the planet atmosphere. The mood in the dropship, from her standpoint, was obviously tense if hard to read. She knew each of the Marines in this dropship were capable and skilled in their own rights, and as a unit they were as proficient and deadly as any other, but even the best had that tinge of fear before the drop. That little feeling in the back of your mind that 'this is it', today would be that day when you dropped down and never came back.<br/><br/>But you never said that, not even a word. The trust between teammates was enough to make one ignore those feelings, and Jennifer felt the same feeling. She knew each Marine around her could both save her life and trust her to do the same. At least that put her in a sense of ease. The dropship suddenly lurched and shook free of the ship, and Jennifer increased the grip she had on her arm rests, staring at the ceiling but feeling overall calm as the dropship seemed to even out and finally hit the atmosphere. The shaking actually made her a bit tired, and she closed her eyes and let her head sit against the large secure restraints holding her in her seat as the dropship shook about, but she remained awake until the whole ordeal was over and the dropship entered atmo.<br/><br/>Jennifer opened her eyes and immediately looked at Reaper, looking at her and tapping his shoulder. She smiled and gave him a thumbs up; she knew what he meant and hoped her services wouldn't be needed on this mission, but that was pure wishful thinking.