With everyone preparing for launch, Jennings could only offer Jennifer a curious smirk as she asked, “Bugs?” She didn’t wait for a reply however, not really interested in the current new military jargon beyond a slight hint of amusement. Climbing the ramp the corporal passed the passengers before working her way into the cockpit, barely containing a squeal of delight as she excitedly wiggled into the seat, taking the flight stick between her fingers as she reveled in all the familiar sensations. Strapping herself in, she glanced over the diagnostic she initiated previously, a satisfied smile crossing her lips as she noted all systems in the green. Switching the screen off, she peeked over her shoulder at the sound of someone approaching, an eager grin waiting for the sergeant as she poked her head into the cockpit. With a short nod of acknowledgement, she responded to the ranking officer’s call for caution over expediency with a reassuring, “You can count on me, ma’am.”<br/><br/>Watching as the sarge turned to leave, Jennings was soon facing forward again and prepping the ship for departure. She remained unaware of the additional briefing occurring within the passenger area, her focus on a by-the-book take-off rather than tapping into the communication’s system of the marines' outfit. Picking up a small black headset, she lifted her beret and slid it on, a wide smile playing across her features as she took in a deep breath, her excitement growing with each second she came closer to getting her bird out of the stuffy station and into the open. It had been far too long since she’d been on an actual mission and so she was expecting the most out of this one - some might refer to the small rush she was currently undergoing as a “bad feeling”.<br/><br/>As the marines locked in, Jenning’s voice crackled over the cabin’s intercom, her tone deadpan and perfunctory as she proceeded to run through the release routines, “Pre-launch auto-cycle engaged, primary couplers released, cutting internals.” Even as she spoke the hangar’s crane was steadily carrying the UD4L into position over the bay doors, the craft shaking slightly as it jolted to a stop. “Buckle up marines, preparing for drop.” With a loud creak the panels below the ship began to gradually open, a loud howl surrounding the access as the station’s air rushed to escape into the void of space. “Standby to initiate release sequencer, on my mark… five, four, three, two, one, mark!” Time seemed to standstill as Jenning’s flipped the switch, the sudden dip enough to send stomachs into throats as the dropship launched into space, thrusters immediately initiating and propelling the craft forward, toward the planet below.<br/><br/>As they hurtled forward Jennings was sure to keep the marines up to date on their movements. “Entering atmosphere, DCS online, all indicators exhibiting we’re in the pipe, five-by-five.” Navigating both by instrument and instinct, the corporal gradually prepared the ship for entry, treating the planet’s atmosphere like a bed of water as she carefully tilted the ship and gently dove inside. The planet greeted them with little more than a light shake, the craft’s only hindrance a hint of cloud cover - one it dispersed with ease on its approach to the outpost. “Clear skies ahead, should be a nice boring flight, try not to fall asleep back there,” came the corporal’s confirmation of a successful entry, a hint of disappointment in her voice at the lack of action after such an extended period of R&R on the station. Checking the GPS she noted the distance to the target and the citadel. “Sarge, citadel is within range, want a quick tour or a direct flight to the outpost?” Even before she’d finished Jennings had already linked up the external cameras to the onboard screens in the cabin of the ship, her eyes now focused on the view before her of the dense green coverage of the jungle.