The Squad.

[Ritenger]

"Hopefully NO killing, Dubaku." He then looked over to Silverwind, and listened intently to his questions. "We haven't ruled out the possibility of raiders, or wildlife, but there have been strange readings on the planet, suggesting their may be a type of bug on the planet, but so far, out attempts at figuring it out, so far, have been futile" He the motioned to the hologram of the body, which then quickly turned into a holographic projection of a massive maze of tunnels, which went deep under ground. He then looked to Zian, and grinned at his statement. "That's the spirit, we need more confidence like that in the Alliance." He turned back to Dubaku, and listened to his statement. "Hmph, you'd have to get it past security first!" As he said this, someone rushed into the room and stood still next to the group, holding a mad salute. "Captain Sir! The equipment you requested is now ready and waiting sir!" The captain turned nodded to the man, who then ran out of the door and beckoned to the group. "I would ask you people to accompany me to the weapons locker." He turns and waits, presumably for us.

[nixon/monto]

(Nix nearly jumped up with the mention of weapons. He always loved weapons, especially the odd kind of weapons that seem almost impractical.) "now that I know what our mission is and I have a map of the area in my head lets gear up." (Nix thought to him self. He stood at the ready.)

[Colioli4]

Zian couldn't suppress a smile at the mentioning of equipment. He hadn't had much time these last days to check over his weapons and armor, and felt great just thinking about holding his trusted rifle in his paws again.

"Hell yeah, let's go get our gear, and get down dirtside quick!" he said, his grin widening.

[nixon/monto]

"Couldn't agree with you more Zian! " (nix said smiling as wide as Zian.)

[Dubaku]

Alright, let's go. But god help the equipment guy if there's so much as the tiniest hole in my OpCam suit. *Dubaku followed the rest of the crowd to the equipment room* Time to go squish us some bugs.

[Silverwind Blade]

Blade had little to say about the drawing of their equipment; it was a standard part of any mission, and if there was a quartermaster in charge of the armoury, then he was there because he - or she - knew what she was doing and was qualified to do it.

The fox followed along in the wake of the others, and soon enough had signed off on his equipment. With smooth, practiced motions he dressed in his well-worn yet reliable olive-drab suit of hardsuit armour. With a series of clicks and snaps, he attached the triple-barrelled minigun to it's mount, swinging out from his waist, and then hooked in the ammo belt. The grenade launcher over his shoulder was similarly connected, and then both weapons swung aside on their powered mounts, resting parallel to his back. His heavy-bladed kukri knife was on his back, easily drawn over one shoulder, with his regular knife on his chest, and the heavy caliber machine-pistol on his thigh. He had no doubt that the close confines of the tunnel system would require all of the weapons, should trouble be forthcoming, and that the sensors of his armour would come in useful too.
Fully clad and equipped with his weapons and other equipment and supplies, he tucked his helmet under one arm, and looked to the others, checking to see if they wanted any assistance, and how they were getting on, as well as being curious to see what equipment and skills they'd bring to the mission at hand.

[Dubaku]

*he looks around the armory for his bow and OpCam suit* C'mon, where are ya? *he looks around a bit longer* Oh, there they are. *he puts on the OpCam pants to start, they resemble simple dark grey cargo pants, the boots, resembling standard combat boots, and finally the jacket, it was a dark grey urban camo hooded jacket, once the set was complete, the suit was activated, Dubaku tested the cloak feature by flickering it on and off a few times* Oh yea, that's what I'm talkin' about. *he then takes his bow and arrows, then notices there is a variety of arrows on the wall, some of which he had never seen before* I guess a few more thermite tips wouldn't hurt. *he takes a few more thermite tip arrows, as well as standard impact arrows, he then finds his Kpinga hanging on the wall* Damn, I almost forgot you *he grabs his Kpinga off the wall and puts it in the holster on his back*

[Ritenger]

They continued walking up the hallways, taking twists and turns around every corner. After about 5 minutes of walking through what seemed like a maze, the guide stopped in front of a doorway, labelled "Armory". "So, I'll leave you guys here to get ready. Meet the captain outside of the bridge as soon as possible. Got that?" Before Antonia had time to answer, he turned around and practically sprinted away, through the twisting and turning hallways.

"Well..." She turned back to her group, and noticed that Dubaku and Blade had already entered the the Armory, they must be eager. She opened the door and looked around the room. The room was rectangular, the walls were lined with weapons and lockers, all full of equipment. There was an island in the middle of the room with all of their supplies gathered on it. Antonia walked up to the island and reviewed its contents.

[Colioli4]

"Seems like the techies got all my stuff together... at last..." Zian says to no-one in particular.


He quickly goes over his equipment, checking each piece meticulously.


His armour is neatly stalled on a nearby table, all the pieces laid down in their seperate patterns. He applies the light-carbon pieces to his body, checking straps and clicking magnetic pieces together so it all forms one whole suit of light, but still pretty stong armour plating. Only his head is unoccupied by carbon, instead counting on a  leather hood to cover these parts of his body.


Next is his implant. For security reasons, his implant was forced to deactivate, and the weak AI inside silenced. Now, with a brief electric shock, the implant comes to live, projecting its familiar bluish shine on his iris, creating a second reality next inside his own, combining real with virtual. His AI greets him silently, and then swiftly hacks into the onboard computersystems of the spacecraft. Without another message needed, Zian knows his companion will search the entire ship database for any information necessary for the completion of his mission, and download it if it is able.


His rifle is waiting for him as well, together with his handgun and his trusty old dagger. The rifle is a modern piece of art in his eyes, with a long barrel, a specialised stock and no scope. The entire aiming endeavour will go through his implant, which will support his actions and help him adjust to the wind, bullet-drop, everything necessary to place a bullet exactly in the right place.
The plasma-powered engine catapulting the shot away greatly enhances its range and stopping power, making it a deadly weapon at long range. His handgun is just a plain handgun used by most Alliance Infantry as a sidearm, and is nothing compared to the raw power of his rifle. However, it is useful when the enemy comes in a uncomfortable closeness to his being, and Zian is glad he has the gun on him, clipping it on his hip. His dagger he sticks in a compartment in his armour across his heart, in easy reach for a quick slash or stab.


Slamming a magazine into his rifle, he turns to his squadmates and says with a grin:


"Well, are we ready, or what?"

[nixon/monto]

(Nixon grabs his sniper holster,flings it around his shoulder,his head and grabs the sniper and flips it In the air,he turns around under the flipping sniper, grabs his night vision helmet,turns back around,puts it on his head and at the same time the sniper clicks to the holster on his back. After that he takes the holster with the pistol in it, the bag with the silencer and connects it to his belt. He checks the night vision censers and clips his grappler on his belt. And a some bags full of land mines,clamors, and a noise device.) "time to hick tail and chew gum...but I'm all out of gum."

[Dubaku]

*Dubaku walks over to the supply table, surveying his supplies* Well, I guess I don't gotta carry much. *his supply pack includes military MREs, a canteen, a sleeping bag, a large tent, 3 rescue flares, and a lighter, he then lifts the backpack* Huh... it feels heavier than I thought it'd be.

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