Sterling, along with several other infantrymen watched the live feed from inside the orbital station's weight room. Some men were lifting weights, others merely watched the feed. Sterling, towel draped around his neck winced as he looked at what was happening. It was no short of a slaughter down groundside, a surprise attack that no one was apparently ready for. There were some grumbles within the room. Some men pumped iron harder, tuning out the bad news, others had put their weights down, and several stood up, and started leaving the weight room, likely to get ready for their imminent deployment. Sterling had just started walking out of the gym when a voice cut through the otherwise silent station.

"All 1st Breacher company personal report to the Patton in five minutes for briefing, then suit up and hit the armory."

That was him. Sterling rolled his shoulders and quickly hit the gym's lockers, pulling on a pair of fatigue pants and boots along with his unit t-shirt. He turned out of the station's gym and began double timing it to the Patton's hangar, his boots clanging against the metal station floors as he walked through the ever-steadily growing throngs of people, the sudden attack on the live feed had the majority of the Task Force scurrying around the base and preparing for a drop. From what Sterling heard in the halls, a few of their operators had already dropped down and hit ground. 

Peeling into the Patton's hangar, Sterling quickly identified the people in the already there. Captain Locklear was easily identifiable, from his black beret, to the fact that he was the only man comparable to Sterling in size- the two bear-like men could have been easily confused for professional football players with their sizable builds. Warrant Officer DuBois was in there as well, cigarette in hand and mouth. Lieutenant Nicholson was already in full gear, and prepped in the hangar, as was Captain Knight who piloted the Patton that the 1st platoon revolved around. 

"Gentlemen," Sterling said as a manner of greeting to the officers. Decidedly casual, Sterling was used to being the only NCO's in a team made almost entirely of officers. They were, for the most part, professional men, who weren't anal about the idea that enlisted personnel bending over backwards for their power trips. On top of that, he had been serving under several of them for a while. Captain Locklear, Locks as the team called him, was a rough and tough infantry captain whom had long ago earned Sterling's respect. While Captain Knight was encased in the protective armor of his mech, Locks was on the ground with the rest of the infantry squad. The man was a straight shooter, a door kicker (CQB specialist), and a good soldier. If Sterling had to follow a man into hell, It'd be Locklear.