Ryan held onto the straps of his seat as the drop-vehicle plummeted through the thin atmosphere of Mars. Strapped securely into the hold, there was no view of the outside, and only the rattles, bangs and creaks of the vessel as it was pummeled by atmospheric friction to tell what was even going on. It was a very different experience from riding a civilian shuttle - and altogether more terrifying. 
His stomach churned as the ship pulled some form of maneuver, and then the thrusters roared, braking the ship for landing. Ryan grabbed the controls, bringing the Gyrfalcon to life. There was a jolt as the ship settled to the ground, and then the hatches swung open. Clamps released, and the radio came to life with Medved's voice. 
[i]"Fall in! We're going to follow this canyon to the heart of the fighting station. Those turrets probably have a bead on our last location. Let's get this done and earn our keep. Nothing a few gangbangers can do to keep us down."[/i]
"Uh, yes M'am!" he replied hurriedly, and pushed the Frame into motion. Foot wheels sped him down the ramp and onto the dusty Martian regolith, away from the relative security of the drop-shuttle. To the side, the second ship had set down, and his comrades were moving out too, and taking up position. 
Forcing his memory into action, he remembered the skills drilled into him; spread out, but not too far. Stay observant and ready, fire if fired upon, or if ordered. 
Seeing the others move into cover, he somewhat awkwardly did the same, putting the Frame onto one knee behind an outcropping, and scanning the horizon. The Frames' visor scanned the area, sensors reaching out with electronic fingers to probe the landscape. Moments after Eliska picked up the vibrations, his sensors resolved the same thing: incoming. Then the shooting started.
[I]"Six bots*; Let 'em have it!"[/I]
Forcing down the surge of fear in his gullet, he let the logical train of thought take over, and deployed the 50mm cannon from his frames back. Zeroing the sights in on the nearest hostile, he cleared his mind, and pulled the trigger, sending one of the rocket-assisted rounds down range.