Varus was just finishing putting on his last arm piece, fully suited up, besides the helmet of course, that was tucked under his arm. He slung his sniper back over his shoulder and started making his way to the drop ship they would be taking. The rest could follow or not they wouldn't be leaving until the pilot moved the ship out of it's housing alcove and into the center of the hanger, but he had to know how much longer till it was ready. Not long as the crew told him.

Ryder came in, carrying two large crates, easily six feet cubes of all solid heavy metal. Inside, he had his armor. Opening one he turned to the hanger master, waving, but the hanger master wasn't looking. So he decided to do something very Ryder like. He smashed the floor with two massive fists, making loud clanking sounds and letting out an ear shattering roar. Deafening anybody within 20 feet of him. Needless to say the Hanger master realized and began using a pair of vehicle clamps to help Ryder move his few tons of armor onto his hulking form.

Varus visibly cringed as the roar came from behind him, turning to see what was wrong, realizing it was nothing to fret about.