Rig kept quiet when things started getting a little more...abrasive. He didn't know how to feel about the hotshot sniper, and after a few seconds he had whiplash from the response. Spook laying into him so readily, it was almost funny. Imagine hyping yourself up as an angel of death and being told "no." in two seconds flat. The mechanic just ran his hand through his hair, somewhat uncomfortable. He didn't really have a very loud personality, and going from arguing to flirting so quickly left him more then silent. He didn't even look at Isis as she rebuttaled, in fact he almost felt sorry for her.  

As they landed he had mixed feelings. The place was beautiful, for an armed outpost. High up in the trees being close to nature. In a way it reminded him of living on a farm, back when his life was more about corn and cows then it was engines and oil. He wondered how they lived here. Did the trees grow food? Did they farm up here or was it mostly provisions sent from outside? What sort of things did they primarily hunt? Do they keep Duvari pens up here or on ground level? He was too caught up in looking around and trying to see how people worked in this environment to listen properly to the gruff scarred man. He didn't seem like a very pleasant person anyways. He preferred the captain that didn't like being called captain.

As the man named Johnson had the blast shields let down, Rig's attention grew sharper. Starring out the window he saw an amazing view. It was an obvious fact that most of world doesn't look like insides of Anselmo, but if you spend most of your life surrounded by walls, such an expanse will feel alien. Then, the beam of light parted the sky. Creating a dividing line and piercing the clouds, Rig's face turned from stunned to smirking. His eyes were wide and his dimples showed. What was it? What could it be? It had to be machine run right? Nothing like that could be natural, if it was it would move or have been discovered already. What sort of tech ran that thing? What did it use as an energy force? If that beam is purely light based it must put out a ridiculous amount of heat to part the clouds like that! Could they weaponize it? A condensed form would do great against the rough hide of the leviathans. Maybe not though? It must take a lot of energy to run that thing, and the computations? The machine must be massive! Could the old world really do such things? Maybe there are schematics somewhere to be found! Rig's smile only grew as he imagined adapting such technology for his own designs. Oh how they would fall before him. 

He had let his thoughts wander so much, he was only dragged out of them by Johnson barking some gruff orders, then leaving. [color=00aeef]"I bet I would of disliked that guy. Had I listened to him."[/color] Rig said aloud to no one in particular. He turned and with his vision unclouded by imagination, he saw the beautiful craft ahead. His eyes lighting up again like stars he had never worked on one these things before! Sure on some parts, but he'd never had the privileged to get inside a working one. A beautiful ghost of a world forgotten he was ecstatic to explore it's capabilities. Not too many weapons yet either, maybe he'd get to outfit it at some point? 

The tingling joy in Rig's brain would soon come to an abrupt end, as the sounds of panic mixed with massive foot prints galloping nearer stole his gaze. A large Duvari came bounding into Isis' arms, taking her to the floor, the two seemed ecstatic to see each other. Rig found himself behind the nearest teammate. Fuck. That.