Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160108021342

As the squad of three and the lone Petra headed for the hall, they passed under the rounded arched walls and ceiling of station. Eventually, the joined up with other Soviet personel, all bearing the same military fatigues. It would appear that either the brass on board had been exempted or was already there.

"Aye, Carter."

The soldier glanced up, the lone scar he'd gotten from a Chinese Stealth Trooper prominent across his jaw as the rocket's artifcial light cast across it. A similar marring, gained from a Russian shotgunner, surrounded his right eye. The scars gave the speaker, Corporal Stockings, little pause. He had similar war wounds himself.

"You got the mission diagnostics?"

Carter rapped his helmet with the bottom of his fist. "All in here." His voice was rough and gravelly- it always rumbled up from his chest when he spoke, like the words had been vibrating off his ribs before he said them.

"This... thing we're looking for.  They only gave us a phyiscal description."

Carter said nothing in reply. He stood up, towering over Stockings by a good half foot, and brought his helmet up into his hands.

"Don't ask questions, Corporal.  You starting thinking too much and you pause before you pull the trigger."

The Corporal paused, before nodding. "So no questions, sir?  Just in and out?"

"That's right.  In and out." Carter affirmed, wrapping a hand around the steel handle-bar bolted into the rocket's ceiling.