Jennifer pulled open her gear locker and looked over the equipment inside, waiting for her. She smiled slightly as she pulled out the BDU dark green trousers and shirt, putting them on rapidly over her skivvies. They were pressed and dry, a strong contrast to what they had been a week ago. She smirked at the memory, pulling out her boots and knee and elbow pads, putting the pads on first and then crouching down to tie up her boots. She also took out smaller parts of her armor designed for the ankle area, and strapped them on and over the front top of her boots, twisting the velcro and secure locks as tight as she could, nice and snug.<br/><br/>After returning to a stand, Jennifer heard Rome talking to her, and looked over her shoulder as she yanked the M12 PAP Armor out of her locker. She zeroed in on the dangling communications plug-in, and reached back, turning slightly, and plugging the device into Rome's armor. She gave him couple of firm smacks on the shoulder and returned to her own gear, dropping the body armor down onto herself and going from top to bottom, fastening locks and yanking the front and rear velcro and lock connecting straps together, bringing the piece of armor covering her chest and the piece covering her back together. She applied some greaves to her forearms, and finally slid on some high tear resistance, water proof gloves.<br/><br/>Rome made some comments about his new weapon, and Jennifer casually took notice, looking at the set up and nodding in approval. "<strong>Impressive...</strong>" She commented, turning back to her other gear and picking up what she could. She filled up her various webbings with ammunition and her medical pack, checking it briefing to make sure she had enough supplies, which she did. Jennifer had filled it before they left Gateway, but just to make sure none of it had been damaged. Next was her motion tracker, which she retrieved from the top of her locker and flipped on, turning around and listening to the audiable pings and watching the dots, glancing up to check their accuracy. Working fine as usual, the screen was a little bit darker but the machine had been through a lot, and had saved her before. The final piece of her protective hardware was the M111 combat helmet, which she put on and hooked up with ease, the IR monocle was brand new, as was the communications hookup, but the helmets painted urban camouflage was clearly used, scrapes and a large scar across the top incidcated just how close Jennifer had come to being dead. The camera hookup was online, but she would need to wait to see if it was working.<br/><br/>Finally, the prize of her lockers keep. The M41A1 Pulse Rifle, her pride and joy. She'd pumped almost a full years salary into this baby, and it showed. Refinished with a dark green, dark grey and black breakup camouflage pattern, the dark urban, no shine finished rifle was a sight to behold. The only original parts were the front hand guard, firing system and the barrel. Everything else was modified, including the upper receiver and the stock, the trigger guard and grip were both refixed with a hard as hell to find line textured grip. The stock was a little longer and had an elevated cheek rest for the most expensive modification. A Weyland Yutani N1-A60 holographic rifle sight, the top of the line and effectively a 'special order only' piece of gear, but she'd managed to get her hands on one. It was a broad, plexiglass sight in which the frontal laser reflected a small green circle crosshair and center dot in accordance with how the shooter would view the optic, always aiming dead towards where the rifle was destined to be fired. A neat system indeed, and nearly permenant battery life. Supposidly it would live longer than Jennifer would.<br/><br/>With everything strapped on, she loaded her rifle and checked it, the sight turned on nicely and the ammo counter flashed 95. It was common practice to load for 95 instead of 99, the max, because 99 rounds tended to jam on fire more often in comparison to loading 95. She unloaded the magazine and dropped the chambered round back down, catching it and placing it into the magazinea gain. She did a final inspection and loaded again, flipping the safety on and slamming her locker shut.<br/><br/>She could feel her dogtags and the cartridge attached to the chain, bouncing between her breasts as she quickly ran to the line, turning around and facing the Sarge with her rifle close to her chest. She took notice of Senjo far off, working with the sentry guns. '<em>Fuckin' A...</em>' Jennifer thought, she'd seen what those badass guns did to both humans and xeno's, no fuckin' way she would leave home without at least one. After inspection, the squad moved to Bay 1 and again, with her rifle at her chest and pointed safely away, Jennifer was at attention and waiting for the bad news of 'rescue mission' or 'sweep and clear'. Neither were appealing; one you had to deal with whiny fucking colonists, and the other you got to deal with a shit load of bad guys. She grinned at the Sarge's comments, and before the Lieutenant arrived Jennifer piped up. "<strong>Ooh-RAH Master Sergeant!</strong>"