Specialist Pella had cleaned -and re-cleaned- his weapons, making sure the grenade-launcher had fit snug under the barrel of his battle-rifle, even going so far as to get the EB-Green out and giving it a few more wraps. The scope was also quickly double-checked for zero with a boresight-indicator, and the smartlink on his M7S recalibrated. Only after being absolutely sure of a good weapons-fit did he lock his rifle back onto the wall-mount and holster his sidearm.

He was the youngest, and had since basic learned to at least try and keep his mouth shut, especially whenever he 'thought' he recognized someone of higher rank from previous missions. The only exception being Lance Corporal Björkgård, [i]Anders[/I]. They were only Privates back on Arcadia, but their actions both resulted in promotions, of sorts. And then there was Jennifer, [i]big girl[/I], supposedly had been an ODST since forever based on her rank, but never heard of a single combat-drop she ever partook in. [i]Definitely a spook[/I], or a spook-puppet.

Then there was their CO, an Army-grunt with ODST-certification and a chip on his shoulder going by the name of Lasky. Being the planet's 'bucket brigade' to put down fire-fights meant that this was going to be a mostly-army affair, allowing them greater free-use of pelicans rather than HEVs and trying to hitch-hike their way out. However, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca6rV0j-d9w]Pelicans were deathtraps[/url]. So he made sure to bring a parachute.