Nick dragged himself through the ship's corridors eventually it was time to go, go for the deployment that they had been waiting for a long time. Equipment adorned through some resistance at first, the armor wasn't brand new hell this would probably be the 30th time it was issued to a trooper. A good piece of equipment that survived always went to the next, except maybe the armor wasn't as good as it use to be. Nick thought to himself as he got all his gear together, and of course the Auto-cannon which was lugged into pre-deployment area where the unit started to prepare and then drop down to the hell below. Some say it was a rogue colony of sorts that was rebelling against the Emperor, all that Nick knew was there would be a lot of shooty shooting.


Richard started talking to him, Richard was the assistant gunner to Nick. He made the Auto-cannon was never hungry, and that it was always SHOOTING. His voice was reassuring, the attack would go with ease or the two of them would both cease to exist. It didn't bother him, Nick always thought dying was just a process of life. Nick responded[i]"Heh... Yea we'll corpse as many as we can."[/i] He looked over at the auto-cannon it's big barrel just looked hungry enough for some combat. The veteran was talking, a sergeant somebody he was inspiring but inspiration for combat already came from the long waiting the unit had done until now.

There were others around him of course, those consoling those who were not ready for the drop. The new, the old, the weak. In the end the battle would make them strong men & women or just plain dead. He leaned back into the dull chair he was sitting in, like many have done before Nick contemplated the whole situation. To his understanding, he and Richard would be in the back to hold down cover fire over the entire unit. Sucks for those who have to be the front and foremost.