Ansgar had neither been chatting with other commandos, or one of the other three, nor had he been reminiscing or otherwise lost in thought. Rather, it was equipment checking that occupied his time, or 'fidgeting' with the flamethrower as some might call it. The T-21 currently on his lap as well was a robust piece of weaponry, sturdy and simple. Hell, the commando had, more than once, had to resort to a swift blow with the weapon to preserve his life, one of the others, or complete a mission. And yet it served as fine as ever. However, what many people seemed to identify with him when the group of four was often referenced, was the Oppressor Flamethrower. More complicated, and more delicate, of a weapon platform, it had quite a few advantages for its shortcomings. However, before he could go through the almost ritualistic recheck of his weapon platform, which he had done countless times on the way down, the head of the mission, and their merry band, one Garrern, the telltale shudder of approach speaking volumes alone if the man's return to the staging area had not said enough. 

	Garrern's arrival down with the rest of the troops signaled it was nearly time to deploy, assuming the shudders had not given that away. The cues were plentiful for a Lorrdian, really, to tell what was going on without being told anything really, but as he had learned in the years of service to the three sith, they would at least tell him what was going on upfront. It had been a breath of fresh air in comparison to the horror stories some of the older commandos had given, where their Sith commanders would keep them in the dark as much as possible to preserve their scheming and plots. Operational Security was one thing, being kept in the dark about something to the point of being unable to properly prepare for a mission? That had gotten good men killed. That key point helped fuel the respect he had for Garrern, Arianna and Maegr, as they had not kept him in the dark, not anymore than they would be kept in the dark at least.

	Garrern gave them the nine zero minute time limit for the current mission, and Ansgar pressed a few buttons on his wrist mounted datapad. It was part of his armor, and the brief glow vanished after the command was punched in. Now, on his helmet display, was a stark white 1:20:00, a timer that would countdown and help him track the mission progress during operations. The Lorrdian Commando would not tarry and be late, thus jeopardizing the mission extraction due to the fact that the three others were a fair bit too nice for their own good, and he seriously would not be surprised to find out they risked life and limb to extract him should he fall behind. Comforting, from a personal level, but stupid and risky on a professional one. Ansgar found that happening quite a bit during his service with the three, having to rationalize the professional versus the personal. It was strange, given how much he had heard about Sith commanders, that it would be that way with these three.

	With the timer set, Ansgar set about rigging his gear for combat movement. Flamethrower, strapped to his back, with the spare fuel canister in a secure pouch on the small of his back. Unlike some troopers, he took the thing deadly serious, and kept the spare fuel canister from overt harm so he didn't spontaneously combust. Next, sidearm, his heavy blaster pistol, was checked again. Once checks were finished, he holstered the weapon on his hip, right side to facilitate a strong arm draw. He was a right handed shooter by preference, so he would favor his right side when it came to operating weapons platforms. Lastly, his primary weapon, the light repeating blaster, was rechecked for safeties sake. Nothing that he could identify was overtly wrong, and he continued to hold the repeating blaster in his hands, ready to put down suppressing fire with the high powered blaster bolts. Its rate of fire was lower than your average heavy support weapon, but the T-21 was one man portable and had higher powered shots compared to your average support platform. It suffered in rate of fire, but when the given bolt could punch through armor on light vehicles and send most men, even in body armor, sprawling, it was a good trade off. Having fully checked his gear one last time, Ansgar gave Garrern a glance, enough to tell the Sith that the commando was locked, loaded, and ready for the nine-zero minutes of operations.