As it was Matt's turn on watch, Rig did as mentioned earlier and took to taking another look at the sky-hawk. So far like the first check everything seemed clear. Despite the heavy vibrations that had occurred it seemed like everything was still in place. Since they hadn't hadn't actually dealt with large impact and more so heavy turbulence, it was honestly pretty easy to check the things that might be banged up. Spoilers, flaps, doors everything was rigged in their correct place. The landing gear still functioned and their doors as well were set correctly. Just to be safe Rig energized the control systems in neutral, just to make sure nothing there seemed out of order. All lights were green, and the things he saw matched what he knew and what his booklet told him. They were set to take off. He exited the machine and did another look over, rubbing his hands incessantly on his handkerchief. Force of habit. 

Matt came around to ask him how the diagnostic went and Rig nodded with a small smile. [color=0072bc]"We're good to go. Nothing important got knocked too out of place or damaged."[/color] He looked the pilot up and down. [color=0072bc]"Make sure to get whatever sleep you can. Don't want you caught out here rubbing your eyes."[/color] He tucked his cloth away into his pocket, and walked past Matt towards his tent, giving him a nod and a wave goodnight. He felt a little guilty he didn't have a round for the nights watch, but not point losing sleep over it. 

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The next morning the group gathered to hear Nathan lay out the plan for the day. Duvari, of course it was the duvari. Why wouldn't it be? He tried his best to get that thought out of his mind as he went to work getting the the hawk ready with Jake, but he couldn't help it. He was sweating the whole time. He got his items together, his sidearm and his pile-bunker at the ready. Despite his clear aversion to the thing he got on his ride without any argument. He wasn't some kid in elementary school, he wouldn't hold up a military operation due to some old fear. But he was even more quiet than usual the whole ride. Only speaking when spoken too. 

As they stopped and waited for the light to go off, his attention was drawn back to it. Distracted, at least for a while he wondered what the crater meant. Did this thing fall from fucking orbit? The earlier aliens joke played in his head again, and he couldn't hep but consider the possibility. As Jake laid down the plan of immediate action, Rig's mind was brought back to being rather nervous. He had only met with wild men once, and that wasn't fun. Maybe they could get information from them though. Living so close would give them better insight on this thing than staring at it from afar would. 

As the other would go ahead, Rig would still stay quiet. He just wanted to get off this goddamn thing. Even if it was doing them well, and wasn't causing him any real problems.