As the dropship landed, Jennifer lifted the restraint holding her in place and stood, cocking her M41A1 and flicking off the safety, she did a quick visual inspection of her rifle as the dropship set down, rocking gently while the wind swept landscape roughly knocked the dropship about on its desent. A long breath entered Jennifer's lungs as the bay ramp lowered, and she raised the pulse rifle up to a firing position, her eyes watching the ramp slowly lower, waiting until she knew she could get out.<br/><br/>Once there was enough space to get off, Jennifer quickly moved down the ramp, quickly checking her left and swinging around to her right, the rain made it hard to see and the wind did not help at all. A final turn to face the dropship and glance directly around it, walking backwards until she was a good ways away from the dropship. The rest of the squad was already filling outside, moving about to cover the various angles from where attack may come. Jennifer herself was situated the farthest away, crouching down in the open and looking around, with her back to the dropship, her eyes were filled with a bleak and harsh landscape, hardly fit for any life at all.<br/><br/>The motion tracker laying at her hip was turned off, harsh weather clouded the device's ability to detect anything larger then a bus 20 feet away. Visibility was bad, but not that bad. In the back of her mind, Jennifer was admittedly thinking that if indeed there were colonists, she doubted they were skilled enough to ambush them. But on the otherhand, Jennifer knew from experience that skill, nor age, could factor into a bullets lethality. Every threat was legitimate, even if it was way out there, thats why she still had a job after all. If any moron with a gun could deal with the shit she'd seen, everyone would be a Marine. The rain seemed to pick up for a moment before diminishing. The wind was making the rather light rain more dense than it normally would be. It sprinkled hard against her cheek, but she ignored it as drips of rain dropped down off the edge of her helmet in front of her eyes.<br/><br/><em>"Widow, take point.  I'll follow you.  Rome, behind me.  Zippo, bring up the rear.  Move out."</em>Jennifer heard the Master Sergeant holler from behind her, she glanced back to see everyone on the move, and stood up, shaking some water off the front edge of her helmet and turning around. "<strong>Aye aye Master Sergeant</strong>", Jennifer replied with a quick shout, waving her hands out in front of her ; signaling the squad to enter a column, the pulse rifling hanging from her neck. The column placed the squad in a relatively straight line, with Jennifer at the front long point and Zippo being the bottom long point, Sarge and Rome being in the middle. It allowed maximum coverage and fire to the front, should they be ambushed, but restricted coordinated movement to either the right or left. Nobody ever went in a straight line however, Jennifer was a trained pointman, and zig zagged frequently to make herself a less predictable target for a would-be ambush; from Jennifer's perspective backwards, no one should be on a straight path with her going forward.<br/><br/>She turned back around and moved out, glancing back to make sure Alpha was on track, waving to Reaper and tapping the top of her helmet and waving to her right, meaning she'd move off to the right and stay a little ahead of Alpha team, whom had both the synthetic and the platoon CO, better Bravo to hit any ambushes first. From her sights on her original recon, Jennifer speculated that a valley running adjacent would not block the path she intended to take, but for the most part she was walking blind. With her pulse rifle pressed firmly into her shoulder, Jennifer's eyes switched between her left, right, the ground in front of her and the horizon ahead. What a shit hole.<br/><br/><br/>