Max turned and walked down the corridor towards the armory. It didn't occur to him until he was halfway there that he hadn't waited for the captain to dismiss him. He had fallen out of that habit back on Pelixos.<br/><br/>He reached the armory and checked-out his MJOLNIR gear. It fit him like a glove... a glove made of steel perhaps, but a very reassuring one. He picked up his rifles, strapping his sniper to his back and holding his battle-rifle at the ready. This felt right, and even though he was about to embark on his first mission since the last disaster, at least he'd have his gear for now. Two minutes earlier than he'd expected, he stood in the shuttle-bay, purple armor glistening like new, looking around for the crimson monolith that would tell him his counterpart was ready to leave.