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[sub][color=#919494]SOLDIER Encampment | Zalera Tundra[/color][/sub]

[color=#a6bfb5][indent][b][i]T[/i][/b]edious was what the flight seemed to be, yet sleep barely had any place in Nic's unmanageable sense of comfort. Forcing his eyes shut was the last thing he tried to do, leaning towards the hope of finally putting himself to rest even when he knew that it was only going to last for a short while before the assignment could commence. Unfortunate that it wasn't of any help. He slouched heavily against his seat while feeling the slump on his shoulders. A long, defeated sigh followed with his eyes - yet again - closing shut not for another attempt of sleeping, but because he had given up. Oversleeping the day before yesterday showed its consequence and Nic now understood why most didn't see it as an acceptable ... feat. Fastening the loosed buckle of his seat, Nic shifted a side of his head and laid it against his left arm. His other arm fumbled on the holster strapped onto his waist, making sure that Selena wasn't slung awkwardly. 

A trembling stir caught Nic by surprise. With little-to-no interaction from the other elected SOLDIERs, he could hardly tell if the craft had any troubles with its engines, or if they've finally reached their point of arrival. With the ramp lowered, it gave him the idea of the latter. He could've thought otherwise if that didn't happen. Unfastening his seat, Nic did a quick stretch to check if his torso was restrained by the bullet-proof vest he wore. What an ugly thing it was, and certainly wasn't the most comfortable type of protection to be dressed in, or at least so since Nic didn't see it as a match to the leather trench coat he donned. Putting his hat on, he marched outside of the Shyp. His sights were then met by a stark landscape, with the sun descending from a distant horizon. It was cold, but the view from afar felt hauntingly surreal.

His drowsiness spoiled the juncture however, with the apparent reminder of the sleepless night he had. The infringing darkness gave an unpleasant sign despite the fascination Nic mustered with the cold, barren mountains and the frigid territory skirting the land's vast vegetation. Ravenous cries started to build up in his mind, slowly interrupting the range of his perception. With sheer resistance, the unsettling shrieks quickly subsided. Nic immediately fished for his box of cigar that rested in his coat's pocket, pulling a single stick and a lighter. 

[i]I'm tired. I haven't slept, please don't make this difficult.[/i]

The response given sounded no more than a raven cawing in satisfaction. Nic obviously knew what it meant as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Continuing to tread outside and before he could even flick the lighter to light up his cigar, Nic was overtaken by a young man hurrying to get himself outside for reasons he apparently did not know. Until the dreadful spew of liquid created a putrid mess by the man who came tumbling down from his rushed movements. Its poor sight gave nothing but grimace towards Nic, but looking at the guy had cursed him with the urge to do something about it. 

[b]"Need a hand there buddy?"[/b] Nic expressed in a calm, soothing voice, risking to reach out his hand while being prepared to change his grimaced look. [/indent][/color]