<strong>Pvt. Marcus Jones – 3rd Squad</strong><br/><br/><em>APC – Travelling to the facility</em><br/><br/><strong>"Ah... no bet, man. Just... um... let me know when you're done with her. So I can get my turn."</strong><br/><br/>“Suit yourself, lover boy.” Marcus chuckled softly at Cooper, shaking his head slowly and adjusting his gaze back to his turret. The kid was trying hard to fit in, he had to give him that. But he rattled far too easily, and that made Marcus twitch a little. It was possible that would be something he would quickly grow out of, but if he didn’t he might freeze up when there was a hell of a lot more at stake than a simple joke.<br/><br/>Turning away from Cooper, Marcus listened to the rest of the squad while keeping an eye out for anything unusual. The APC had just entered the colony and Mathias, the squad’s flamethrower man was regaling G.S. Danko, and anyone else who would listen, with yet another tirade about the colony’s  name.<br/><br/><strong>“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 liked?”</strong><br/><br/>“Yeah,” Marcus interrupted with a laugh. “That one where all the ladies went around topless, Shelly’s tits I think it was called. Or maybe that was a porno. I don’t remember.” Despite his jovial tone, a sinking feeling was beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach. From what he could see, there wasn't so much as a cockroach moving out there and that was strange. From his experience, strange was bad.<br/><br/><em>Very bad,</em><br/><br/>Redoubling his focus on the monitor in front of him, Marcus barely even heard the Sergeant as he turned around in his seat and started talking.<strong>"Indeed it does matter. It helps to know what one is getting themselves into, so they can be prepared."</strong>As the man spoke, Marcus tried to keep from rolling his eyes at the preachy tone. Even as he did so, his ears perked up as Amandil ran through the other squads’ assignments. You could never have too much information.<br/><br/>“Good to know,” He replied simply when the Sergeant finished.<br/><br/><em>Exiting APC – taking up firing position behind and to the right of Tychus.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Private Fields, move that tiny little ass over here and open those doors, I'll do what I can to get you to that office but first we need to get in. The rest of you...safeties off and ready to maul down anything. In the event we have some colonist with a bad case of cabin fever. If you see anything not human or hell any threat put it down...kill it first and ask questions later. If you have any questions I will address them later!"</strong><br/><br/>Marcus levelled his pulse rifle at the door and slowed his breathing. Though his weapon was set to standard semi-automatic fire, he was poised to switch to either full automatic, the grenade launcher or the flame caster, whichever the situation called for. His piercing eyes narrowed dangerously as he waited for Fields to get the doors open, not sure of what they would find but determined to be ready for anything.<br/>