He watched Star stand up, undoing his own webbing. "You fit to fight with those wounds?"<br/><br/>He had another helm, a stripped down version of the one the survivor had fried, from the minions, despite not having any memory of making it. Instead, he simply slammed it on, and grabbed one of the straps as they avoid another shot, but he could tell the ground crew was getting better. "How far out are we? Just so I know how long it will take to hike my happy ass back home."<br/><br/>He was already taking a run at the door, for some reason idly recalling DOMINION A's nickname for him as he jumped out of the back. Bobcat. A lightweight with too much 'mean' to know or care when he was out classed in a fight, and crazy enough to be a threat even when clearly the underdog. Which was a compliment of sorts, but he had a hunch that, as he looked down, and was trusting to only his custom built jump jets and a one shot lensing field generator if that failed, it was probably closer to truth than he would admit. He shook his head, and oriented on the enemy S2A missile crew, before pulling his burst rifle off his back. About 20 to 25 seconds until ground time, assuming he managed to decelerate, then another 5 seconds to orient and fire on missile crew. Going to be a fun end of mission run.