Okay, so the plan was to get information from international terrorists, who just so happened to be hiding in the middle of fucking nowhere in the dephts of Indonesia? While that didn't sound abnormal to Erik - he'd partaken in several missions involving infiltrating enemy strongholds and stealing intel -, the fact that this was all they were told made him raise a brow. Well, he would have, but sadly his skills in brow-raising was still that of a novice, and instead he just looked concerned if anyone happened to look at him. 

That look of concern quickly blew away once he was spoken to, and it just so happened to be someone in the team who actually posessed the capacity to smile. It also happened to be the one with a thick Australian accent. 

"I guess I am, though it's not of my own choice. I mean, of everything they could pick as my call-sign they had to go with the usual GNC; [i]Generic Norwegian Crap[/i]. They could have called my Polar Bear, Nansen, Great Axe, Kraken or anything else, but nooooo, I'm apparently just a viking. But let me tell you something; vikings don't come out of the sea and shoot you, now do they?"

Erik's voice and face was as serious as it would have been had Edward been Taliban, Al-Qaida, ISIS or some random Russian drunk, and he managed to keep himself serious for a second before bursting out into laughter, smiling at the Aussie - he thought he was a kangaroo, but it was probably best to not question it himself. 

"Nah I'm just screwing with you, buddy. But yeah, it's a bit insane, but then again we're the best our countries' got, right? And don't let me stop you from entering, it's not my armoury after all. Just don't shoot me, that is, I've had enough bullets for breakfast for now, thank you."

It didn't take long for Erik to find his gear, he'd already gone through it the past days after he got on the carrier. He got into the ghillie suit with the approriete camoflage, enough to keep him hidden and not make him sweat off his balls in the tropical paradise that really was a true hell-hole - he'd watched enough movies about the war in the Pacific to know that. Top-notch military boots followed, as well as the sun-hat that followed. And soon his face was painted green and black too. 

"Am I pretty now, girls? I have to be fabouless for the show!"

HK416N, standard primary weapon for the Norwegian Armed Forces, and the same applied to Erik. Or Viking, as he was surely going to hear a whole lot more than his real name. Who knew, perhaps he would grow used to hearing it? Attached onto that, a Aimpoint CompM4 sight, foregrip and surpressor. No bayonet was needed, that Erik kept attached onto himself for quick use. With the rifle slung over his shoulder, Erik picked up the SIG P228 that lay at his spot, cocking it and checking that everything was as when he'd left it. It was, thankfully, just that. A surpressor also followed that weapon, like with the HK able to be taken off it needed. 

The rest was pretty much standard; food, tools and a sewing-kit, maps, flashlight and NV-googles, compass, everything that could possibly come in use in said mission. Alas, no device for remotely de-activating the face-bombs of the terrorists was available. 

"Hi Scooter, I'm Viking. I qualified, but I doubt I'm assigned to be your spotter. I mean, we're all chosen for this organization for a reason, so I think anyone here is qualified for anything! Except subnautic infiltration, that's reserved for me."