Responding in turn to Matt, Rig nodded after taking a drink himself. [color=0072bc]"Of course, yeah I'll double, triple check it before we take off. I ran a quick look over everything earlier and all the systems seemed fine, but i'll make sure everything's good for certain. We should run a small test before everyone get's on tomorrow though, just to be sure."[/color]

He sat around the fire, enjoying listening to people more then going out of his way to talk. He didn't plan on going out for meat or firewood unless he felt he needed to, so he just the others take that initiative. Later on, they divided up shifts, and Matt offered the idea of doing a diagnosis of the ship during his watch. Rig agreed with a nod and simple [color=0072bc]"Sounds good to me."[/color] before returning to the current calm. After sitting in silence for a good bit he took out his sidearm. The thing glinted in the fire which made him slightly nervous. A fire was one thing but mirror signals into the dark woods seemed a little stupid. He kept it low and took to cleaning it and oiling the cylinders. Spinning them with one hand it glided how he liked it. He stopped it to look at the engraving, having the same thought run through his head that always did when he reminisced like this. 

How fucking stupid.

The patterns were intricate and well done, but the picture inscribed where that of medieval times. From what source material could be found of the older times, he had grown an affinity for the armored and gallant soldiers. Before he knew it he was drafting designs of them, and once he had his hands on the weapon he got to work. Hardly any time had passed since he finished the job, just a few years, but already it seemed so juvenile. What was he going for? Was the gun supposed to be his "sword"? Or was he supposed to be a knight using the thing? Either way it was silly. It felt like a kid plastering their walls with posters of motorcycles. Which was also something Rig had done. As he slipped the gun back into it's holster Spook raised a question. As if to add to his current flow of though she asked what the biggest thing they had hunted was. 

He had to seriously think about that one. He had run into a few dangerous things on the trips out here but he'd never gone that far before. Not only that but he was always teamed up with good soldiers, often in the armored division. Meaning they had been carrying some big fucking guns. After Matt told his part he decided to speak up as well. [color=0072bc]"I've...Helped take down a dire-bear once. But that was in the mounted division, so we were in some gnarly vehicles. I just had to sit there and focus fire. Thing was alone, didn't have much of a chance to target any one of us. Not only that but it was heavily wounded before we even saw it. I think it had gotten into a fight with something else out there. I've always counted myself lucky we never ran into whatever it was up against." [/color] He said with a nervous half laugh. Other then that his kill list wasn't very extensive. He had actually hardly taken anything down himself, and in those occasions it was close.