<strong>~ Pvt. Angelina DeSilva -1st Squad, no fucking clue ~</strong><br/><br/>Her breath gasping in harsh pants, Angelina laid her damp forehead on her arm as she rested it against the side of the downed drop ship, leaning her body into the steadying solid metal.  Her long dark hair hung limply past her bowed head, and her lungs burned sharply from her sudden balls-out run.<em>Maybe the air is thinner in this hellhole or something,</em>she pondered to herself as she straightened back up and flexed her legs, brows knitting into a fierce frown as she glanced around at her squad as they all regrouped, their grim faces mirroring her angry confusion.<br/><br/>Her ears suddenly picked up the unmistakeable low whine of an orbit to surface missile, followed by the muffled thunderous roar of impact.  Over and over the symphony of destructive retribution rained down on the planet’s surface, comforting music to the marine’s ears.  “Eat that, you Jabba the Hutt laughing, invincible invisible alien violent motherfucker!” she vented her impotent anger out loud before taking several deep calming breaths, rolling her head around on her neck trying to relieve some of the tension.<br/><br/>Angelina flinched as the radio in her combat helmet crackled loudly, giving way to the unnervingly calm monotone voice of FATHER relaying their next set of orders - to play white knight to some goddamn Weyland-Yutani executive who got himself holed up in some cave.<em>Just great. Fucking perfect.</em>Shortly thereafter, the new dropship landed nearby and everyone piled in. Closing her eyes and rubbing her temples as the ship shuttled them to their new destination, she cracked her eyes open as a broken, partial transmission began to stutter over her radio. “Anyone else picking up this chatter?” she asked, pressing her fingers against her helmet now to hold the radio closer to her ear, hoping to better hear the jumble of frantic dialog. “Holy shit, this doesn’t sound good...”<br/><br/>The transmission grew faint and then ended, just in time for the pilot to advise they had arrived at their objective. As the dropship’s rear ramp opened to jettison its human cargo, Angelina looked around to see if by chance there was another synthetic on board to replace the one they’d lost, and who could possibly aid in Senjo’s repair should they all make it back to the ship. Although she had plenty of faith in her team, she just didn’t like the odds of running this mission as a foursome, considering all the unknowns and the the ugly ass-whipping they just got handed back there in the jungle. Standing up to peer out of the maw of the ship, Angelina checked and adjusted her gear as she listened unhappily to the pilot convey information.<br/><br/><strong>"He's somewhere in there. My orders are to fly a holding pattern here, I can't give you any covering fire but if you need to bug out I'll be able to grab you as soon as you get clear of the caves....good luck."</strong><br/><br/>“Well, today Lady Luck seems to have taken a holiday,” she quipped. “And exchanging a raging clusterfuck for spelunking in a shithole cave is just the fan-fucking-tastic cherry on top of my day. I HATE caves.” she grumbled angrily to herself as she jumped from the ship, expelling a loud “oomph!” as she landed heavily on the hard ground.<br/><br/>