[u]Kay[/u]

Kay had gotten her gear, uniform and equipment primed for the mission ahead. Her head swept back and tied up, the bangs removed from her eyes sight and fixed straight ahead within the ready room. Her nerves were bunched up like goats sensing an unseen wolf. She admitted to not liking the small window, despite Captain Black’s assurance their missions wouldn’t depend on each, she was still worried over the upcoming challenge. Over and over, her head ran the objectives in a lengthy list: make her team’s way to the gate facility, secure it and likely decapitate or kill all the Lucian Alliance within the appointed area. Her main anxiety didn’t come from the aspect of killing, but rather the completion of her mission. In the IDF, she was trained and exposed to death situations which had made her slightly numb to the aspect. Seeing a corpse didn’t disturb her as much as failure did, a fact her father though proudly about her. However in some, more judging eyes, she was viewed to be less compassionate. 

Her hands secured her gun absentmindedly until Corporal Miller, new and currently under her command, claimed her attention with his words. Her eyes blinked then moved towards him. Absorbing the man’s appearance, she forced her head to nod and added in a softer tone. “Good, see the rest are ready. We’re currently waiting on orders from the Captain for beaming down. I want all eyes up and alert, we’re going into hostile territory and that means a high risk factor. Our goal is to make our way to the gate facility and secure it. Any opposing forces are being treated with prejudice, aim to cripple or kill. There’s also a high risk of hostages too so keep in check where you’re shooting and make sure it’s a hostile, not one of ours or the Langara’s.”