Reaching the lockers, Ian took stock of the other pilots so far they looked capable enough. Opening his locker he removed his armor, stepping into it without much ceremony. Removing his helmet from the locker he gripped the left side of it and drew the jawline of the thing down the edge of the locker door, resulting in a small jagged scratch in the paint of the helmet, along side another two. After this he put it on and secured it, gritting his teeth through the jab of pain that occurred as his helmet sealed. Any emotion left his face under his helmet as he steeled himself for the combat ahead, within his mind he ran over the final check list of his suit, insuring everything was in order. Finding it was all satisfactory he smiled and leaned on the wall near the door, waiting for the go ahead to proceed to the Mechs and from there to combat.