Gardosii remained standing, holding onto an overhead hand rail to help stabilize him. The seats, after all, were too small for him to sit safely in them. His heavy plate exo-suit armor also helped root him to the floor, and combined with his normal weight, he was half a ton heavier than all the other mercs. Besides, in Hissho culture, taking a seat or resting in general before a combat foray was considered weakness, though he hardly thought of his team mates as 'weak'. Each one of them were hardened killers, and men Gardosii could respect, after numerous sparring sessions with the majority of them. While he never held back his blows, they moved a lot faster than him, and were worthy opponents, especially Jackson. After Gardosii had challenged him for leadership through combat and was nearly killed by Jackson, he held him in high regards, following his orders without question. A powerful and honorable leader indeed, plus, amusingly, there were a lot of disappointed betters that day when Gardosii lost..

He checked his ammo count and vitals, plus powered up his shield gauntlet to see if it was still a peak efficiency. 4000+ rounds sat in a round box on Gardosii's back, fed into the loading slot of his chain gun by a belt feed. This gun would make mincemeat of most soldiers, and even light vehicles. Combined with the massive and cruelly hooked blade that Gardosii wielded, design to rip entire chunks of flesh from the enemy and bleed them to death humiliatingly, he was a feared adversary. Often, weakling gangsters like the ones they were hunting today would scream in fear, or even burst into tears at the sight of Gardosii running at them. However, he never showed his enemies mercy, as a favor to them. At least they died honorably by his hands. 

Closing in on the drop zone, Gardosii turned to the seated mercenaries. He heard the human named Loco grow impatient,, and his spines opened up in a frill at them in excitement, smiling. "Looks like good hunting today, brothers. Try to keep up, for I will definitely be counting. In fact, let us make a wager - whichever soldier gets the least amount of kills today, has to buy a round for the others. Agreed?"