<strong>G.S. Danko - Third Squad - APC</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>“Does it matter?”</em><br/><br/>Danko turned towards Jones and flashed him a sly grin.  Though it bothered her to admit it, the man was damn<em>fine </em>and it almost –<em>almost </em>– made up for his unprofessional and cavalier behavior.  Sooner or later she was going to hit that, and<em>hard</em>, if only to see if his abilities were as good as his bravado.  If nothing else, it would get him out of her system and the way she saw it, that could only be a good thing.<br/><br/>“Of<em>course </em>it matters,” Riska drawled, reaching out to draw one hand lovingly along the length of the M56’s barrel.  “I need to know if I should load with standard or hot rounds.”  Leaning forward, she wrapped her fingers around the length of the barrel as her grin sharpened.  “God knows I like it<em>hot</em>.  Don’t you?”<br/><br/><em>"We are just going to make sure these civilians are paying their dues to the Weyland-Yutani Corp and if we need to rough them up so be it."</em><br/><br/>“Fuckin’ A,” Danko said, sitting back and releasing her restraint bar.  The minute that the new Lieutenant had walked on board the ship just minutes before cryo she knew that Mengsk was no desk jockey, and the state of his armor had merely confirmed it.  Unlike their last CO, this was a man who had seen plenty of combat.  It went a long way towards soothing her apprehensions about the mission.<br/><br/><em>"The locals must be getting restless."</em><br/><br/>“Ooooo, corporate discipline,” Riska drawled once she stood up.  “My<em>favorite</em>.”<br/><br/>Leaving shotgun for the Sergeant, Danko secured her smart gun and crossed to the nearest door, taking up position at the gun system mounted there. “All right,” she called out.  “Let’s get this party started!”<br/>