Master Sgt. Michael "Sarge" O'Shay<br/><br/>He listened to Zippo's little ditty and Rome's macho yelling.  They always did that right before a mission.  It inspired confidence and chilled him at the same time.  It was both scary and confidence boosting.  "Jane" had been awake almost the whole time.  This whole thing was a shitstorm and she was near the center of it as far as he could tell.  He wanted off this rock yesterday, but ultimately it wasn't his call.  Now that Capt. Henson was here, even the LT was subordinated.  He had a strong feeling that this was far from the end of it and he was rarely wrong about it.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3413593#msg3413593">Quote from: Aiden on 04-08-2010, 21:06:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Tiberius "Caesar" Mengsk</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Tell your pick-up to circle the curb, we will make sure we clear a safe landing, over." </strong><br/>I rose to my feet and strapped on my gear, holding my helmet in hand. Clicking off the radio, I spoke manually to everyone in the room.<br/><strong>"Rise and shine grunts, I want you ready in 5. We got a hot date tonight!" </strong><br/>I moved to check my computer, locking the coordinates of the second squad, in the event the drop ship never arrived I had to be ready to walk the squad wherever they are. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Up and at 'em, Leathernecks.  Grab your gear and get ready! Gizmo, help Senjo with the Sentries! I don't want those fuckers getting the drop on us!"