[center][h1]Trooper TK-2323 - Bradlev 'Rainstorm' Trawin[/h1][/center]
[i]"Fire one, two, three, four, five. Pause for five. Fire one, two, three, four, five..."[/i] The fire drill ran through Bradlev's head as he sat at the firing range, his T-21 deployed on its bipod as he sent shots hurtling down range, attempting to place shots on various moving targets. This firing drill was something Bradlev had heavily trained with since its introduction to him by his squad leader. Bradlev's fellow LRB gunner, the comrade-in-arms he knew as Knockout, had been taught the same drill, and effective usage of it had becomes something of a competition between the two gunners. As Bradlev fired down range, he found himself smirking a bit as he brought down some of the more difficult targets in a single burst.

While Bradlev continued the drill, the voice of 'Swoop', Sergeant Kavis Vytuia, came in over the comms of Bradlev's helmet. Informing the squad that they were to assemble in the hanger and be ready for deployment. With that, Bradlev set about gathering his things from among his makeshit gunner's nest at the firing range before making his way to the hanger.

Bradlev didn't know much about the planet they were in orbit, and he didn't rightly care to know either. It was some kind of trash disposal world, and he knew the Empire held an outpost there for gathering potential raw materials from among the garbage, but beyond that he felt it didn't matter. All that did matter was that his unit gets in, do their jobs, and get out intact.

Stepping into the hanger, he saw that much of the squad was already assembled and standing in formation. Moving to take his place, he'd offer a curt nod and a polite "Sergeant." to his squad leader, before taking his place in the unit. Taking a place in the formation next to Aysié, on the opposite side as Kato, he'd offer a quick nod to the others in the squad that had assembled, before snapping into place properly and standing quietly, awaiting further instruction.