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Callus gave a nod as his commanding officer responded to his question. The orders made sense, and seemed to follow the standard protocol. Slicing into the systems would be a piece of cake. Getting there... that apparently would be the difficult part. As the shuttle cut through to the hazy terrain, the sound of enemy blaster fire forced a sigh out of Orson. These missions were never that easy.

Everything he did from that point felt mechanical. Same as his squadmates, he removed his harness and clutched his weaponry in one fluid motion. He rushed out into the fray, a stray blaster bolt hitting the hull of the shuttle to his right. Orson made his way to cover almost immediately, his back pressing against a pile of junk. He peeked around the right of the pile, only to move his head back to avoid another bolt of blaster fire. He took a deep breath as he clutched his E-11 harder.

[color=39b54a]"No need to correct the fresh-blood's arithmetic, Knockout."[/color] Callus, as always, was playful over the comms. It was a simple defense mechanism when his life was on the line, and this wasn't exactly the safest situation. Callus deferred to the others in regards to pushing forward, firing small bursts of blaster fire where he could, only peeking out just enough to try and aim his fire at the junkers. Now wasn't the time for an engineer to shine: he was just focused on keeping his head down and supporting the squad.

[@Gunther] [@Superboy]