<strong>Pvt Cooper - 3rd Squad</strong><br/><br/>Cooper was looking out of the window, but listening intently to the conversation inside the APC. He was starting to form some opinions about the others in his squad. First impressions could be deceiving, but it was something to go on, at least. The LT seemed to know what he was doing. Jones, Danko and Mathias too - their joking back and forth helped put Cooper at ease, even though he wasn't participating. They'd worked together; they'd know what to do when the shit hit the fan.<br/><br/>That left the Sarge and Pvt. Fields. Sarge was already starting to rub Cooper the wrong way. He sounded like a college boy. But unless he lost that eye in a card game, Cooper guessed he'd earned the right to talk however he wanted. Fields, though. She seemed even greener than he was. She reminded him of his little sister back home. Cooper resolved to keep an eye on her, partly to watch her back, and partly to make sure she didn't fuck anything up.<br/><br/>He scrambled out of the APC and took up his position as ordered. It wasn't his job to suggest plans to the LT. If there was one thing they beat into your head in basic, it's that the Marine Corps wasn't a democracy. If somebody wanted his opinion, they'd tell him what it was.<br/><br/><em>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.</em><br/><br/>Cooper looked over at the LT, trying to see if his was kidding. If he was, he was sure selling it well. 'Not human'? What the hell? Did a bunch of synthetics do this? Cooper swallowed his questions. Need to know basis. Right now what he needed to know was just what he'd been told. Keep your eye down your rifle sights, and shoot if there's a threat.<br/><br/>He said the only thing anybody needed to hear him say: "Yes, Sir."<br/><br/>