<div align="center"><em>Mengsk and Squad 3 introduction  </em></div><hr/><br/><strong>"My name is Tiberius Mengsk! To you fresh face maggots it is Sir." </strong><br/>Tychus had yelled out to third squad when he met them all for the first time. The large man paced around in front of them forcing them to stand at attention the entire time as he spoke.<br/><strong>"We are dropping down to secure the assets of our benefactor, this is no walk in the park. Corporate piracy is no joke, make sure you all are properly geared and ready to kill." </strong><br/>He dismissed them and wandered off to prepare himself for the mission. After coming out of Cryo he was always confused and dazed it was part of the process but the memory loss was something all together. Something was in his head or had been which gave him long periods of nothing. Some days he could not even remember what meal he was sitting at even if he had his corn flakes right in front of him. Information had remained, kept a secret, knowledge he tucked away within the small pockets in his brain like a mama spider hiding her eggs but other memories where just gone. Because of this he had been forced to sit at a desk until he was told that he was back on the field. Tychus knew why, he was to dangerous with what he knew and they where sending him off to die. It would explain why half the squad where fresh out of boot and that really pissed him off. If they wanted him dead they should have sent him in alone.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>On the drop ship...hoping they all took their dramamine</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The rumor that Tychus was a seat warmer would have been discredited the moment he stepped into the APC in his officer's armor. The gear was battered to hell, it was not shiny and new as some might have expected, the man had seen combat it was just a damn shame he could hardly recall it. He sat seated in the APC with the rest of the squad, ignoring the communication with the pilot most of the trip. He loathed pilots, it was always some bull shit with them so he did not even bother addressing the one with their lives in his hands. If the ground was not under his feet he was not happy, even in a starship it put him on edge.<br/><strong>"Copy that captain."</strong><br/>He said as they team was dropped onto ground at last. Mengsk had asked for an APC  this time around.<br/><strong><br/>"Man those guns grunts, first come first serve."</strong><br/>Tychus ordered as he got in the driver's seat.<br/><strong>"I need whoever calls shotgun to tell me where the hell I am going, if I like this rock I plan on being buried here." </strong><br/>He added with a little humor, masking the cold bitch none as truth from them. When they all seemed to settle in and the drive towards the destination arrived he finally answered.<br/><strong>"We are just going to make sure these civilians are paying their dues to the Weyland-Yutani Corp and if we need to rough them up so be it." </strong><br/>Tychus said with a sarcastic tone but it was not addressed towards Gunnery Sargent Riska, if it was truly analyzed they would note his absolute hatred for WY and the Corps.<br/><strong>"The locals must be getting restless." </strong><br/>He added as he gunned the APC in the direction of the facility.