“Colonal Zakharin Brusilov.” Introduce himself to Artemie.

The old cyborg listened to what the other pilots had to say about the planet. From what they were saying it sounded like it was going to be a cooked rock with an atmosphere. With not much else there apparently. But his mind keeps wandering why send such a security force with the colony. He decided to not to voice his thoughts for now. 

“Shame I thought it would be more lush.” He commented. Zakharin took another swing of the instant coffee he got before he continued. “Either way I'm looking forward to being planet side again.”