"-999 copies 5 by -924." He clicked his comm mic on, rather than relaying through the external speakers. He then turned back around to Norman. "Invaded? We didn't invade. We went too liberate it, don't they teach history anymore." He shook his head, playing into the joke. "We went in to try and kick the Separatists before they had a chance to become a threat. Got caught up in some Jedi shenannigans and then went home. Though it was hell, I've read your reports and I think the closest anyone has come too that is you on Felucia Norman."

He took up his space beside the door again. Holding onto the handle to keep himself steady. The light in the room went red indicating that the ship was getting close to the drop. He piped up again, it was his job to keep the squad in line after all so that the squad lead could do his job. "Helmets on people, on your feet. Lets make a good impression." He adjusted his gun slightly, so that if shit hit the fan as soon as the door opened he could return fire. "Now listen up for your orders." He turned his head to face the Sarge, they knew what the rough mission outline was. Now was time for specifics.