[center][h2][color=BF1010]Spartan Lucas Ryker[/color][/h2][/center]

While others had arrived via Pelican, Spartan Lucas Ryker was flying into the facility known as Bravo-6 in a Falcon from a nearby Army base, his rifle across his back, pistol holstered and spare jumpers in a back under his feet. Spartan Command had sent him orders to head to Sydney and await further command and that from there the UNSC HIGHCOM would give him his assignment. [i]In retrospect, vague wording with a specific location should have been a warning along with the command transfer...[/i] He had opted to stay on base instead of in a hotel in the city was simple enough; he was a Spartan, the pinnacle human warrior and IVs especially drew crowds somehow, likely due to not being as anti-social. The view of the thus far assembled team was the best he could hope for from above and he shook his head.

However, before the SPARTAN could even voice his thoughts, the marine across from him did. "Two Elites, a grunt, a Hunter and another SPARTAN. Quite the shindig down there." Lucas chuckled as the Falcon slowly lowered down and set down, grabbing his back and starting to stand.

"We're going to be working with the Swords of Sangheilios on this one. Course it's a party." The Marine and his battle buddy step off along with the SPARTAN IV who lead the way and waved to the pair as they were traded for a pair of the black clad guards everyone else seemed to have. Nodding to each of the assembled team, he introduced himself. "Spartan Lucas Ryker, pleasure."