razerwing
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2011
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow.
Trystan looked at his men, a six-man recon squad, some of his best soldiers were here. Once they left the docking bays of the Marlowe MK.II and the turbulence cleared off, he stood tall, making eye contact with each of his guys before speaking. "Alright, you know what we're here for. Command thinks that there's some new type of Xeno here, some kind of breed that got off of BG-103. We need to see what we're going up against, try to see what makes them tick. How they move, how they act. The thing is, we aren't scientists!" A mumble passed by, a few nods making themselves known. "You all know how to handle Xeno's. Even though we are here to recon, if you are about to die I want you to shoot the enemy in the face. Remember your training, and remember that you are not to die here, not today. Do you get me?" The response came back as loud as a platoon. "WE GET YOU SIR!" Trystan smiled, placing his hands behind his back, his dark brown hair cropped short. Almost like Moss. The smile falls away from his face at the thought of Moss. Bastard died to get the rest of the squad out of there. With grim determination, the thought is forced to the back of his mind.
One of the pilots turns back in his seat. "Alright Roughnecks. We're gonna be hitting atmosphere here real soon. You might wanna strap your stuff in, unless you wanna end up like Rookie." The soldier with the darker skin chuckles at that, looking down at his feet. Trystan shakes his head, sitting down and strapping in. Then, the atmosphere hits. It isn't as bad as a blast force, but it's still something. Luckily, all the equipment is strapped down securely. After a few moments of this, they touch down. Everyone stands and gets their guns ready. "Alright! You know the rules! Stay frosty, and don't get trigger happy!" Without another word, everyone is rushed off the ship. In a few seconds, the defensive positions are made, and the squad is moved forwards. Everything is dense jungle. "Boy, this doesn't look familiar at all." Jack chuckles, shaking his head, holding his rifle to his shoulder. Trystan raises a hand, motioning for people to spread out a little bit. "Secure a perimeter. I want those sentries set up ASAP." A quick nod from the other five soldiers, and they go off to do their duties. For a minute, Trystan stands there, rifle held loosely in his hands. 'Something doesn't feel right... They should have seen, or at least noticed the Typhoon touch down,' he thought, shaking his head again. 'Something isn't right... but what is it?'
One of the pilots turns back in his seat. "Alright Roughnecks. We're gonna be hitting atmosphere here real soon. You might wanna strap your stuff in, unless you wanna end up like Rookie." The soldier with the darker skin chuckles at that, looking down at his feet. Trystan shakes his head, sitting down and strapping in. Then, the atmosphere hits. It isn't as bad as a blast force, but it's still something. Luckily, all the equipment is strapped down securely. After a few moments of this, they touch down. Everyone stands and gets their guns ready. "Alright! You know the rules! Stay frosty, and don't get trigger happy!" Without another word, everyone is rushed off the ship. In a few seconds, the defensive positions are made, and the squad is moved forwards. Everything is dense jungle. "Boy, this doesn't look familiar at all." Jack chuckles, shaking his head, holding his rifle to his shoulder. Trystan raises a hand, motioning for people to spread out a little bit. "Secure a perimeter. I want those sentries set up ASAP." A quick nod from the other five soldiers, and they go off to do their duties. For a minute, Trystan stands there, rifle held loosely in his hands. 'Something doesn't feel right... They should have seen, or at least noticed the Typhoon touch down,' he thought, shaking his head again. 'Something isn't right... but what is it?'