<strong>GS Danko - 3rd Squad - APC, outside the colony compound</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Give 'em some for me, will ya Dan?" She called playfully to their Smartgunner, while she checked her gear, making sure her stuff was still all accounted for.</em><br/><br/>“Consider it done,” Riska replied with a fair amount of camaraderie as she brought the gun online and began to scan the terrain outside the APC.  Though there was only five years separating her and Fields, to the gunner it seemed like a lifetime.   The difference between them was like night and day.  Though she was eminently likable - pleasant and well meaning - and Riska enjoyed her company off duty, she found their new electronics expert to be incredibly green and what was even more troubling in her opinion, fragile.<br/><br/>During their meal Arca had barely eaten more than enough to feed a bird, yet on the drop Danko had noticed how she struggled to keep from tossing her cookies through the worst part of the ride, and this hadn’t even been a bad drop.  Riska herself had only managed to stay awake because she was sitting directly across from Marcus and she wasn’t about to waste the view.  By all accounts, they had just touched down in a fucking jungle.  It was going to be hot and not exactly comfortable to trudge through it.  Fields also seemed to be more than a little hampered by her weapon, as if it was just a bit too much for her, and that made Danko wonder just how the hell she managed to lift the damn thing up and aim it, let alone fire.  Plus, how she reacted to a combat situation was an unknown and so far, it didn’t look like there were a lot of pluses in the girl’s favor.  Riska just had to hope that what she lacked in muscle she made up for in brains.  Otherwise, Fields might was well go put on her red shirt now.<br/><br/><em>"Abel's Folly.  What fuckin' idiot thought that was a good name for a colony in the middle of bumfuck nowhere?  They're practically sayin' it was a bloody stupid fuckin' mistake to settle down here!  On a scale of one to ten, one being mildly autistic and ten being straight up retarded, I'd put this place somewhere between Paradise Falls and Deadman Crossing," the Flamethrower toting soldier said suddenly, a potent South-African lilt to his tongue and crisp sarcasm at his lips.</em><br/><br/>“You always say that, Mathias,” Riska remarked dryly, her softly accented contralto a direct contrast to the cadence of his speech.  “Have you ever met a colony name you actually<em>liked</em>?”<br/><br/>Eyes on the targeting scanner on the door gun, Danko frowned as the main structure of the colony came into view.  Turning, she glanced over her shoulder at the head’s up display that showed the live feed from the APC’s scanners to verify what she was seeing.  There was nothing out of the ordinary.  Not a goddamn thing.  No signs of a struggle, no damage to the buildings or the main gate and most importantly, not a single sign of life, or one goddamn clue as to where anyone had gone.  “Bloody hell,” she murmured.  “Where the fuck<em>is </em>everyone?”<br/><br/><em>"Reckon there's a chance they all went for a community picnic?"</em><br/><br/>“I’d say the chances for that having happened are about as good as me getting down on my knees and blowing you right here,” Riska drawled in reply to the pyro’s question.  “People don’t just get up and walk away, not without a damn good reason."  It was all the more<em>prikaza</em>as far as she was concerned.<br/><br/>“So,” Riska began, looking between the Sergeant and the Lieutenant, “are we going in, or what?”<br/><hr/><em>prikaza </em>- unlucky, bad luck<br/><br/><br/>