((hehe...^^;))<br/><br/>He returned to his room after emptying another clip. He could feel a slight ache on his shoulder, an old wound from his first mission. It wasn't really a hindrance, mostly a reminder that things could go from good to screwed up in a really short time. The wound had been superficial, nothing serious, but it always ached when he shot so fast, just like that time.<br/><br/>Once in his room he finished packing and got in his field uniform, as he called it. Utem took out a medallion from his bag and slid inside one of his gloves. It was a charm, given to him by his mother for protection when he was born. He had always worn it when training and on missions, somehow he had always returned in one piece. Kneeling down he muttered a short prayer and then bowed once, before getting up and rushing to the hangar with a his bag.<br/><br/>He wasn't particularly nervous about the jump, it wasn't the first time he did it and he hoped it wasn't the last. Putting on his gear, he checked every piece for any wore down parts or damages, it seemed to be ok. He took a quick glance at the Talon, "Daytona Six-Five" he muttered heading to where the rest of the team was, his helmet in his hand.<br/><br/>"There he goes again." he thought, overhearing Derrick's conversation with Hackett. "Like you are ready for the jump." he told Ashleigh with a grin. "Nervous or eager? Perhaps a bit both?" he asked her, once Derrick had finished talking, he wasn't quite fond of the man, but it wasn't in his or the mission's best interest to stir him up.