"We all set?"

The query was uncannily calm, given the situation. Which is to say, calm for being prepared to dive headfirst into a potentially very dangerous mission. They'd chosen it for that very reason. Something big, something dangerous, something difficult; all to show that they could hang in there like the rest of them. Ben knew that, maybe, that wasn't quite the healthiest attitude. Charging at the world with something to prove tended to make people stupid. But, knowing that something isn't wise isn't the same as being able to change it. He [i]did[/i] have something to prove. They all did, and they all knew it.

Looping Artorius and Lawnslot through their holders, finally satisfied that they were ready, he surveyed his team. BAST. Bastion. Most teams at Beacon weren't quite what you'd expect, but his was definitely the misfits. Dropouts, slackers, antisocials, and the [i]too[/i] social. All the terms most would apply to them. Terms even Goodwitch probably applied, even if she didn't say them out loud. But none of them were quite true.

He had something to prove. But he was damn proud of the team he was on, too.

"Gonna be a hell of a ride. Anyone needs anything else, I'd get it now."