Not even a day back from his mission to Kalinor, Markus found himself reassigned to another team. Apparently he had done nothing wrong, they just felt he would be more suited with the new team members he would be meeting soon. It honestly didn't matter to him, though, the abruptness of it all was slightly disconcerting; he would deal in no time however.<br/><br/>Thinking back to his mission he smiled. It had been a good one. The local human and 'lizardmen' population had been suffering troubles from some pirates which had set up a base. Him and his team had been hired to take care of the small time pirates. Well, they had proved more than small time. The ordeal had turned into quite the firestorm. Toting heavy munitions the pirates were supposed not to have, the fight soon became very noisy. Markus and his team had to call in the local militia for support, using the poor bastards mainly as a distraction/diversionary tactic.<br/><br/>After it was all said and done the militia had taken many casualties but not to many and the pirates had been all killed. The population didn't want to bother with prisoners so had explicitly stated their desire for no survivors. It had been an exhilarating mission, one Markus would not soon forget; especially since he had gotten some local tail at the end of it all as well.<br/><br/>Walking aboard the ship, Markus was wearing his armor with all of his guns magnetized in place. His helmet was resting in his armpit and his face showed his calm and relaxed demeanor. He had already had all of his belongings and equipment brought aboard earlier, so now all he had to do was meet his new commander, a hard ass and an old veteran. Seeing Dick standing in wait to meet his team, Markus gave him a the silent nod of his head as greeting.