Jackson pulled his sniper rifle, and began checking it over for any issues, but found none. His rifle was his pride and glory, and he'd always kept it in to shape. He then checked his plasma, and found no issues. He turned, to listen to his squad leader, then nodded and dropped his cigarette, then stepped on it and walked over to the drop ship.<br/><br/>Climbing in, he looked around, then walked over and found a spot, tucking his sniper rifle on one side, and his plasma on his leg, like a normal pistol, except a lot longer. Jay wasn't the typical marine, in the regard he didn't carry a pistol. Only the rifle, and his sniper. The rifle, of course, became his side arm. Most snipers have a pistol and the sniper, but Jay found himself carrying a rifle.