Hopefully, the team would be comming in hot. The demo charges Sentinel set on the ship were rigged to go if the ship tried to take off. It was the only ship on the roster that could be reasonably assumed to have contraband on the nature they were after.<br/><br/>Sentinel paused midstep as he made it look like he was filing a report. He was augmenting his sense of smell. Too much noise to listen for xenoforms. Scent would be his best bet for them and contraband. Still the combatant could feel it. you didn't have be a psychic to know the shit was about ti hit the proverbial fan.<br/><br/>under the dock worker's jumpsuit his skin hardened. From the neck down, the nanites become living metal and then formed a set of armor that was most concelable and efficient for their numbers. It was not powerarmor, but between them and some shield generation, he'd be frighteningly combat effective. The Sentinel would have prefered to have combat armor and higher power weaponry, the mag-smg and laser pistol would have to do. He could improvise heavy ordinance if needed.<br/><br/>He had enough power, carbs, and gaul to play one man armoy. However sentinel prefered to work with the group. Being capable in combat was his focus, but he would like to have one of the others at his back. They were a team, yet he was picked to play lone wolf. He wouldn't let them down, but it could be bothersome not knowing when backup would arrive.<br/><br/>His experience though would take over...a fight was comming. He strode carefully. Go time was approaching.