Name: Girias 'Cookie' Bomban<br/>Occupation: Grunt<br/>Location: Cot, Landing place at Shadow, hallway to the Bridge,<br/>Time: 3rd of september, 2505, early afternoon<br/>With: Everyone on the bridge.<br/><br/>He sat on the edge of his bed, fieldstripping his pistol, as he heard the com message from the captain and the pilot. The turbulence caused by the sudden shift in the plane caused the trigger of the damn thing to roll off of his bed and lodge itself somewhere in a corner. Cursing, he dropped his right knee off of the bed and onto the ground. Grasping for it, he found it only after nicking his finger on a screw.<br/><br/>"Damn Pilot ... You'd think with all her smarts she'd be able to fly this bird without causing shit to fly everywhere."<br/><br/>He kept mumbling to himself as he licked the blood, filling his mouth with that all too metallic taste. Reassembling his pistol, he inserted it into its holster. He looked at the few belongings on his bed, atleast the ones that could kill people. Or atleast severely intimidate them. Grabbing his bowie knife, he slid his finger over the edge, holstered it and clung it to the smaller of his back with the handle sticking out to the right.<br/><br/>"Better bring ol' Betsy as well ... Planets like these usually involve big and open places. Lots of distance to cover that a pistol can't always reach."<br/><br/>And with a single gesture, he grabbed Betsy, his Winchester, by the barrel and lifted it behind his back. His other hand does nothing but seek the strap to hold the damn thing in place. Switching it to his chest he feel more secure with the amount of firepower on hands. Filling his pockets with ammo, he decided to take a fresh breath before reporting for duty. He walked to the boarding ramp and passed a few members of the crew, not paying any attention to them.<br/><br/>When he finally reaches the ramp, he takes a seat on a crate and stares at Shadow and it's busy occupants. He pulls out his pistol and mock aims at one of the workers on strike. He mimics shooting and pulls up the pistol as to fake recoil.<br/><br/>"Bang."<br/><br/>Afterwards he pockets the pistol again and heads for the bridge. Noticing it's all too crowded, he stands in the hall way, his right hand never leaving the grip of his pistol.<br/><br/>"Reporting for duty, Sir. And if you don't believe me saying that crap, I'll put it this way ... I'm here to make sure nobody does a bad thing to us and in return I won't do horrible, horrible things to them. Oh and next time, could you land instead of crash our bird? I nearly broke my neck because of that manouvre."<br/><br/>He gives a nod to the Captain and to Phil, not registering the presence nor existence of the other present crew members.