Jennifer spent the time on the long walk occupied by what she could see, or more specifically, what she was looking for. Besides leading the platoon towards the objective, she was vigilant for ambushes, traps or anything out of the ordinary. Ordinary being rain, rock, and not much else. This planet was a shit hole, some kind of personal gloom for the poor bastards who lived here in hopes of a good life, but all Jennifer thought about this place was it smelled and it wasn't pretty, so what was the point in being here. In her opinion, there was none, colonists were usually more trouble then they were worth, and in her experience that proved true more often then not.<br/><br/>Without that mind boggling conversation to keep herself amused, the trek to the colony was a bore. Once she could at least see it, she had something to walk towards and Jennifer was content to at least be here, dread the idea she'd gotten turned around by the endless rocks that all looked the same. On the outside, it looked like a usual colony but Jennifer's mind quickly spotted the obvious contradictions of a 'healthy colony'. Blast doors and shutters all closed, no communications array and no people. At least they had base power, but that meant little to Jennifer as she approached the walls, her rifle now back up to a firing position and her eyes scanning for threats.<br/><br/>Before she entered the colony, she stopped at the gates and crouched, concealed by the wall from any threats inside, she leisurely leaned out into the open, very slowly, with her IR tracker coming out first. It would detect heat, but there was none, aside from the neon sign. She leaned out more, and pushed her IR monocle aside, looking at the colony with her true eyes. It seemed okay, for the most part if unwelcoming, but the whole planet was like that. If there were any rebels in there, they were playing it smart. Using their own terrain to wait the squad out and fight on turf the Marines would not know well. If there were even any colonists here. Truth be told, the whole idea of a rebellion and this platoon being tasked to deal with it always sat low with Jennifer, she had her ideas set on a similar incident, albeit a while ago, where illegal smugglers decided human trafficking was a very profitable suit. Marines showed up a nice week after it had been done, but even so this situation made Jennifer uneasy all the same. Something bugged her, and while not usually superstitious, she was smart enough to heed to her gut feelings as often as she could.<br/><br/>Jennifer's ears caught word of them moving out, and Bravo leading the charge. She glanced over and stood up, watching the Lieutenant approach and nodding at his orders. She looked over to Rome and waved, spinning her hand around slowly in a counter-clockwise circle with her index finger extended, then quickly waving her hand back and forth, her palm facing down. She organized the fireteam into a very loose wedge, an arrow with one side longer then the other, by one in this case. With that done, she peeked back inside the main gates and flipped down her infrared, glancing a little more around the corner before stepping out, raising her rifle to a ready position with maximum visibility, Jennifer immediately turned and stopped, her rifle coming up as she scanned the long walk area ahead for any obvious traps. She took a few steps and stopped again, looking for signs of movement. Content they were not being watched, Jennifer moved out again and hugged the wall, her eyes fixed on the turn ahead.<br/><br/>