<strong>Tiberius "Caesar" Mengsk </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Negative."</strong><br/>In reality I had a million questions but I knew that FATHER would not give me the answers I was seeking. Hell the reason we were going down there set off a few alarms in my head as I heard the briefing. Assessing the condition of the colony was simple enough but I could tell the WYC had some type of input in this mission if they did not really prioritize the colonist's safety. With talks of an unknown building I only began to imagine what the hell was going down on that planet. It was not rare for these colonies to rebel or be taken over by rogue factions. If some how Jackie's hope had gone rogue and formed a militia, I was not about to send my unit and self to their graves.  My guts ached, that primal instinct of mine yelling at me to take this mission with extreme care.<br/><br/>Rising back to my feet I waited to be dismissed, standing back at attention as I was sure some officer either on this ship or on another world was recording my every move. Unfortunately for them I had one hell of a poker face and if they thought they could gauge any fear or uncertainty in my eyes they would be sourly disappointed.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Once I was dismissed I made my way back towards our temporary barracks and pulled Giz aside. I spoke low for I did not want any evidence of what I was about to ask our resident techie. Just because I was willing to put my ass out on the line for my unit did not mean I would ask anyone else to go down with me. I wanted that APC, but looking over the unit's assigned equipment it was not included in our good bye kit. The brass was not willing to hand it over, so I was going to take it.  They were all preparing, no doubt in my mind Sarge was behind it all.<br/>"<em><strong>Giz, I may or may not be asking you to weave your magic and make sure that when we drop down today... that "Juliet" gets dropped as well...it's either that or we are going to be doing a hell of a lot of walking down on LV-1875, capiche?" </strong></em><br/>Nodding at him once I let him get back to getting his kit prepped.<br/><strong><br/>"Once you are all suited and booted report to bay 1 with all your gear, I will give you all the info I know." </strong><br/>I retreated to the officer's quarters in order to get into my own gear, FATHER treated the M190 Key Personnel Body Armor exactly like any father would treat his seventeen year old daughter on a Friday with knowledge of marines on leave, locked up fucking tight!