"Denied.  Save some 'scary' for the shithells we're gonna waste," he said in a joking manner.  "Rome could stand to dial it back a notch or two, but he meant well," he thought.  All weapons and equipment got checked in and rechecked.  He expected their weapons would already be clean as he insisted on a full check before cryo sleep.   Blades where sharpened, firing chambers were checked and rechecked, electronics were tested and retested for errors, armor was checked for holes and wear n' tear.<br/><br/>He checked his own gear.  His M12 Armor was securely fastened.  He checked the camera and the advanced communications on the helmet.  Communication was always key.  His Pulse Rifle "Betty" was ready.  She'd become an even bigger killer thanks to the HEAP rounds he got off base.  They're status as a WMD was being debated, but until the Feds made a decision, he was going to use them.<br/><br/>"All right! All of you front and center!" All six of them lined up from left to right in rank and seniority order.  He started at Reaper and walked back and forth.  They knew this drill.  He went up and down the line, presenting arms.  He expected no mistakes.  He had drilled that out of all of them ages ago, but he had to keep them honest.  "All right, Bay 1! On the double! MOVE IT!"<br/><br/>The squad lined up again in Bay 1 "Zippo! Pilot Light!" the squad knew he was about say something big whenever he told Zippo to light his stogie up.  He paced back and forth, puffing away for about 30 seconds before stopping to speak.  "Now this is what I want to see! Six of the nastiest badasses this side of Sol! Fucking beautiful!"<br/><br/>He turned and saluted to Caesar as he appeared.  "Six of the Marine Corp's finest killers ready and waiting for your orders, sir!"