[h2][center][color=deeppink]Soup[/color][/center][/h2] [hr] Soup grinned at the sniper as she holstered her new pistol, then saluted both Laleh and Shahab before taking the closest spare seat to them, leaving the long-barrelled rifle cradled inbetween her knees while she inspected it idly. [color=deeppink]“Cheers, I’ll do better next time. Sorry for being a strain already.”[/color] She glanced around the already filling troop compartment, and smiled to herself. Lots of variety, lots of silent types, lots of future fun. She even had to do a double-take when RT walked in and called everyone meatbags. Of course she had seen robots around the place, but she didn’t think that they were so… Terminator-y. She shrugged it off, but felt like her moment to say something would come soon. The rest of the trip was pretty silent by Soup’s standard, though probably less so for everyone else. Every couple minutes or so, she’d remark about how the weather didn’t change at such altitudes, though she never directed the comment to anyone. More just a passing thought she felt like vocalising. She was sure she’d start getting on someone’s nerves, but that was fine by her. And then just like that, they got to the AO, and people started filing out. The vets gave warnings, as expected, but then one of the silent-types directed a comment towards Soup, which, admittedly, felt really cold and partially undeserved. Soup would probably shed a tear after the mission was over. Or it just set up a future prank victim. One or the other, nobody could ever really tell with the unruly sniper. She poked her tongue out at her the moment the other woman left Soup’s line of sight, then waited for the rest of the vets to rappel down before taking the next place and turning to whoever was left inside the VTOL and giving them a rough salute, before finger-pistolling RT with her free hand. [color=deeppink]”Yo, callin’ us meatbags ain’t okay man- er, sorry, what’s your gender? I’d call you Buff Chappy or Megatron, but they both seem insensitive, an’ I don’t wanna come off as a twat. Talk later though, toodles!”[/color] With that, she grinned her prankster grin, and jumped out of the VTOL before she was forcefully removed. Her descent down was controlled, and while not as professional as some of the trained operatives, still pretty decent, for a ‘civilian’. She hit the ground a bit harder than expected, rolled to make it look like she meant to do that, and winked at anybody who looked at her weirdly. [color=deeppink]”I’ma follow the leaders here, dunno trees that well, they all look the same to me. Is that racist to trees? Dunno, who cares. Let’s go shoot some spooks.”[/color] She shouldered her sniper, and followed, well, whoever took lead of the squad. At varying amounts of silence, of course. Soup wasn’t the best with foot placement, especially in the underbrush environment that they were in.