Gullins was, frankly, terrified. She was was so terrified that it was making her brave. When they landed she had surveyed the slowly growing and cooling puddle she was sitting in and was relieved to stand up. Of course her pants were soaked through, but that was something she would just have to live with.<br/><br/>Following Warren's mobile CP was a struggle for the chubby fleet non-com, but she forced herself to keep up. She wasn't necessary, strictly, at this point, when all comms were being handled by the infantry's own comm units. Everyone was in close enough range that the high power subspace radio pack on her back was pretty much  redundant.<br/><br/>And then, shortly after dark fell, the thing bleeped and came to life:<em><tt class="bbc_tt">Delta Zulu five, this is Groundhog, Do you copy?</tt></em><br/><br/>Groundhog? That was division command, up on the flagship<em>Archimedes</em>. "Groundhog, Delta Zulu Five Charlie One copy five by three, Hold for Delta Zulu Five Six." She flipped the switch that routed the signal into the private channel between the subspace unit and Warren's comm unit. "LT, I have division on the horn."