Four days... four days in a black void of stars and planets, avoiding the later two to save time, they bolted through space at several thousand meters per second. Each day food was served, training was held and bonds were forged or broken every moment of it.

Weapons were checked and prepped, supplies were made a stock and counted to make sure the voyage would have plenty of food and bullets, and the vehicles stored aboard were oiled up, fueled up, and generally maintained.

And before long, "Attention crew, we have arrived at Hakov II, all hands to your stations. The away team is to head to the hanger, good luck down there." Claire's voice came from over the PA system.

Varus was having dinner when her voice came over the speakers, a simple meal prepared by the ship's cook, Korv. A good man, very well built for being a cook, but he did a great job at feeding the ship. But when he heard, he took the tray with him, eating on the way to the armory, Almost finishing, but not just there yet. Throwing away the remaining at a disposal shoot, tray and all to be sorted by the ship's trash system. Grabbing his weapons and armor, only putting on the legs, holstering the pistols at his hips and carrying the rest to the hanger.

The hanger had a few extra hands in it now, moving hoses and lines from and to one of the two dropships, clearly the one they would be taking.

Varus then began to take his time putting on all his armor and slinging his sniper over his shoulder.