Pulling himself out the wreckage Jack began to look around the ship, he saw that the pilots met an untimely federal death. Such is the life for a soldier, Jack eventually through haze and fog understood the plan. Putting on his camouflage he laid hidden as the beastly stick bastards entered but it would all be over too soon. Monroe was a hard nut to crack, but he loved to crack nuts - those sticks soon became stumps as they were smoked by Monroe's door crushing skills. Non the less when the hypothetical smoke cleared Jack got up along with everyone else who survived the hell flight.

[i]"Ain't that a bitch."[/i]

He said now checking that his gear was actually there and what have you. He quickly readied himself as the Sergeant started to give a speech - maybe it was for them, or the cameras. Yea... Cams were rolling that was for sure, he didn't want to get voted out. Besides that fuck fest... God damn visual orgy for any kids watching The Sarges cam. Regardless, Jack was ready he camhelmet was in order and was broadcasting. No one really cared about surviving, just getting that clip - that raw footage of a fucking mini-nuke ripping through a horde of stellons. Yea.. man.
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"Ready sarge."[/i]