[color=f7976a][h3]Petty Officer Brandy Carson [/h3][/color]

The last few hours had gone by in a rushed blur, receiving orders, being transported to the planet surface, being shuffled around then receiving more orders, now finally with her newly assembled squad on their way to the action. The experience was exhilarating yet overwhelming. It wouldn't be her first time in combat but it certainly wasn't her preferred set of circumstances. Like a methodical song in her head she went over the things that had been drilled into her mind during training. As she did so she checked over each on of her weapons being sure they weren't going to fail on her when in the line of fire. Despite the adequate proof that they were all in perfect functioning order she decided it was best to double check, after all there wasn't anything else to do with her hands in this moment.

The Lieutenant Major's voice snapped her out of the rhythm of inspecting her weapons and forced her mind back into reality. Carefully she listened to each word he said and did her best to envision what type of environment they'll be going into. What would these insurgents be like and why are they there? A thousand questions raised through her mind but none that her squad leader would be able to answer. Her eyes drifted and glossed over as she stared out the windshield of the ship. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, it was early morning and that meant the factory had been taken during the night, which made sense with why there were so few workers present, likely just a skeleton crew to keep an eye on the machines over night. 

[color=f7976a]"Why didn't they just blow up the factory and everyone in it?"[/color] She mumbled to herself. The answer was a mystery to her but she had the feeling that before it was all said and done they would have an answer to that question.