Ysena Curran in a Troop Transport<br/><br/>She had been listening in the corner, her camo-cloak's hood brought over her face and her goggles over her eyes, her appearence was that of a rookie, but the way she had been acting, and how collected she had been gave away that she is no stranger to death, but that is part of what being born and raised on a Deathworld did to a person. Her eyes shifted towards the other soldiers, mostly looking like conscripts themselves. But her face didn't move. Her expression locked on her long-las, feeling the eyes of the soldier next to her look at her weapon, then his own.<br/><br/>She smirked lifting her head up but not looking at him "The emperor protects, but having a good weapon doesn't hurt either, treat it well, as it will treat you well..." She tilted her head back down, silently praying to the machine spirit.