Isabella moved towards the hangar, her boots clanging against the metallic floor of the hallway she walked through as she went along. She was clad in her armor, her trusty rifle clipped to the back of it, pistol holstered, knife too along with her helmet which too was hooked onto her belt. The woman had checked at least a half dozen of times to make sure she had everything before she left for the hangar.

As she stepped through the doors into the area she felt a sense of nervousness flow through her veins. This was offset by how intrigued she was to be one of the first humans to step foot on the strange alien world they were to depart to very soon. She would never admit to being nervous though. 

Isabella approached the dropship, having noticed others enter it right before her. She vagualy remembered the names of some of them, the captain's standing out the most. It was always a good idea to know the captain's name, this man's was Hughes. She gave him a nod as if to acknowledge his presence then quietly entered the dropship, sitting down and strapping herself into a seat.