What the bloody hell!?!  They tell us we got a bird down and they are delaying the extraction.  What are those fuckin' bastards think the bugs are going to do if there are any survivors?  Play with them and feed them?  Those marines and crew got minutes to survive without any air cover or heavy support.  Why are we just sitting up here in this cruiser.  And why on earth am I detached from my engineering battalion and stuck in with a bunch of knuckle draggers?<br/><br/>*he checks his gear again*<br/><br/>Something is really odd about a rescue that needs me to blow doors and demolish shit when they could just go in and scoop them up.  Of course to do that they would have to get off their arses and do a drop.  It is almost like they are planning on going into the tunnels.  That is where I do most of my work. Why the hell would they go into the tunnels for an extraction.  Bugs just kill.  They don't drag em' off into tunnels.<br/><br/>*Ian looks around at the cargo in the ready room*<br/><br/>There is a lot of scientific equipment on this cruiser for it being on the front line.  And that doc who keeps talking to the Captain sure is nervous.  And what is this medic's deal in the platoon.  He has a lot of weird stuff that I have never seen on a drop before.<br/><br/>*looks at the green light*<br/><br/>Well that is the order.  Time for the drop.  They still won't say what the orders are until we hit ground.<br/><br/>*he climbs into the tube and gets launched.  He has an uneventful atmospheric entry*<br/><br/>Good thing I am not claustrophobic.  These drops suck.  Where am I.  He looks around for the rest of his platoon while checking his gear.<br/>