[center][b][u][color=00aeef][h2]Paladin[/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center]


[indent]Paladin had checked his rifle for the third time unloading and clearing it as he ran over the rifle with practiced hands. Having first encountered the weapon in the Middle East he'd found the FN FAL was truly a wonder of mid-nineteenth century tech that at least for him made the AK and AR platforms seem almost foolish. Clicking it back together the red headed giant looked over at the Canuck and slapped him lightly on the shoulder. [color=00aeef]"Well Kid, I was with eighty-second airborne, then off to ranger Ranger school, Green Beret, French Foreign Legion, and most recently mercenary training Ukrainians. Now, professional extra-terrestrial exterminator."[/color] He explained with a confident smirk clicking his headset camera into place then tapping his mag against his helmet an old good luck ritual before slotting it home.

As the craft rocked in the storm the southern American shifted his posture to keep up right. Years of jumping and fast roping out of perfectly good aircraft had trained him how to keep steady even in bad weather and it did not get much worse than was going on outside. Glancing over the crowd his eyes settled on the Belarusian a moment. [color=00aeef]"Понадобились ли инопланетяне, чтобы объединить российский и американский спецназ?"[/color] He asked in Russian, as he turned himself to look at her, while they weren't in their uniforms you could always spot a special forces soldier from the rest. Her accent had given away her nation of service much like he imagined his own would give him away to anyone, the Appalachian accent was something he had yet to shake. He remembered how the French had teased him endlessly for how he spoke.

Shaking his head he waited for the response as he listened the movement of the Osprey, part of him wondered about the whole project. He noted plenty of NATO gear and nothing Eastern Bloc, well at least whoever was in charge knew where to get their toys from. Personally he was hoping they might get something... Bigger than rifles, perhaps some howitzers or gunships? Certainly be nicer in the field to have some real firepower backing them up instead of just depending on small arms. It reminded him of a quote, 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from a big gun.' Or something to that effect, either way if these things came from another world with lasers and plasma in flying saucers he hoped they had the fire power to deal with it. 

While part of him wondered if should start rewatching Stargate when he got back just to add irony to the whole aliens are real thing being laid on him... He caught himself just about to start pulling the weapon apart again they were to close for that now. Small talk only, no losing himself in repetitive actions to kill the time.[/indent]