Wing looked up and frowned with a weak laugh. "Sorry, just a bit excited. It's been a while since I've done any party quests." He said, addressing the first entry. It was mere seconds before others started piling in. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the scotsman's comment. 

"You know they had a level 1 flair quest, right?" He asked, pointing at the bandanna tied to his arm. "You probably could have gotten a decal from that." He laughed. As they were inspecting their guns, he drew a long-sword. The blade was black, made with high carbon steel according to the in game description. Held its edge until the weapon was almost out of health, but the moment it ran out, the blade dropped to no attack at all, breaking into pieces. Still, he liked the little rookie weapon. 

He resheathed it, then held out his Panzerfaust. "Heh. You're lucky though. I've got shit all for access at low levels. This thing's low accuracy and only gets one shot per carried unit. Literally one and done." He sighed. "Takes up most of my carrying capacity... If I carry more than one I can't even carry stim packs or aid kits," he sighed.

It was around that time that a fifth player entered the transport. "Hey, come on in!" Wing spoke. "Oh, and I'm WingViper. Real name Vic. Call me Wing though." 'And I swear to God, I'll cut the next person who calls me Vic Viper...' He thought to himself, prudently not speaking the last line.