[center][h2]Matthew Lopez[/h2][/center]

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"Go there, get some nice samples and come back. Godspeed [i]Nyx[/i]. Admiral Locke, out."
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Was the last words Lopez heard from the Admiral as the gates of the [i]Nyx's[/i] rear began to close, hiding the last shed of light from the bay as the rows of passenger seats were filled with Marines and scientists, all nervous or excited to see this new world. Perhaps they all had the two feelings mixed within them. Lopez had not sat down, he stood up along the corridors of the ship's passenger bay, full armor and carrying his ARX rifle on his back. His heartbeat began began to race as he tried to keep a tough impression on the men and women among him, indeed despite his own uncertainty he remained with the stiff and rough demeanor he had always possessed among his own.

"Listen up people, both Marines and civvies alike, we don't know what we will encounter down there. I suggest to the scientist team that you keep close to my people and ready for a quick extraction if need be. No one wanders off alone, and you all listen to my orders. Marines, I expect the best of you, Sergeant Cavill is second in command and I expect you all to follow her lead if anything happens to me. Be effective, be smart, and be ready for anything. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" Lopez paused for a response. 

"SIR, YES SIR!" Every single Marine chanted off the top of their lungs. 

"Good." Lopez said with a small smirk in his face. He moved along the seats, passing by the scientist crew and finally setting himself on his own seat. The ship had began to take flight. Some minor turbulence took place, it startled some of the scientist crew, the Marines not so much. 

"Ross, everything is set down here. What's our ETA?" Lopez asked over his comms to his fellow commander.