[center][color=goldenrod][b][h2] Howard Carver[/h2][/b][/color][color=gray] [u]CARVER SECURITY TRANSPORT [/u][/color]

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[color=Lightblue][i]'Day one, early arrival.'[/i][/color][/center]

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[sub]Drove around C,4, (45.120.?) scouting. 
Set Electrosnare near the water.
Set a razorwire perimeter.
Rested.
Interaction; [@Dogematix][/sub]
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Carver spat and cursed as he kicked his faulty solar recharge station. His foot throbbed in reply but his aggressive frustration over rid any pain. The photovoltaic panels were clearly a bust and utterly useless. Agitated, angry, tired and dripping with sweat he violently brings down a heavy wrench upon the faulty device again and again in malicious outrage until he had robbed the useless machine of some of its shape. The angry grunts and groans of his wild outburst echoed out across the burning silent sands. 

Now exhausted he slumped to the hot floor.
Lucky for him the rest of his gear was still good, the power station was the only thing damaged during transport. While important, it was not totally necessary. It just meant he had limited battery life for his hovercraft until his employer arrived. If things were to go to schedule that would only be just under a day away. His cursed bloody cheap ticket had seen him land here early before most others. 

Not one to dwell unnecessarily on misfortune Carver salvages what he can and loads up the hovercraft.  Using the old sniper rifle he had purchased with the upfront honour payment from Selenite Enterprises, Carver scoped out the landscape in the direction of his employers landing coordinates. It was not too far away. Caught ideally between to small bodies of water. It was where he was '[i]supposed[/i]' to have landed.

They had done right by him, Selenite Enterprises, with an upfront payment and a fair contract. So Carver would return the favour and get straight to work. He basically had nothing else to do in this vast empty arid wasteland anyway. With all his gear easily loaded onto his hovercraft, the motion camera properly wired up and the final adjustments and calibrations made to his mounted rail gun, Carver flew across the sands to his destination. 

Before settling in he would take a few wide laps to assess their location and surroundings. Taking his time he pauses at the lakes for the refreshing cool water, he drops a trap at what could be a drinking spot for wildlife. Continuing on he often stops to survey even further with the use of his sniper scope. He had to know as much about this land as possible if he wanted to protect people from it. 

Hours passed and Carver eventually needed rest. The sky lit up as dropships sporadically soared into the atmosphere, one after another in different locations far away. Carver resented getting here before the others, his first sleep would be an unruly one. He had very little comforts aboard his craft which he had set up his tent on. Worse were the comforts of the mind. He had checked over all his guns, his razor wire perimeter twice and the motion detecting camera three times, but still it was unnerving to be out on a strange new planet so far from home all alone with seemingly no one around. Help if it was needed, was probably nonexistent, and there was no telling what strange creatures may be lurking or awaiting in the dark.