The marine made sure to absorb all the information given during the briefing. His mind began to run possible outcomes for the upcoming mission as he walked to the hanger. Planet was far more habitable meaning humanity can establish itself without too much problems. He made a mental note to get a topographic map of their landing site. If combat conditions are assumed he is going to make sure as hell that the fighting takes place on favorable grounds. As he thought he removed the cigar from his pocket and lit it.

When he entered the hangar he took another puff of his cigar. Locating his parked orbital he made his way over to the technician running its diagnostics.

"How do we look?"

“Green across the board. Just slaving the drones to the orbital.” technician replied. The drones on the nearby rack lights flashed on.

The old marine circled to the back of his orbital climbing up the ladder he opened the hatch on its back. Zakharin dropped into the cockpits after securing his kit. Once the marine was properly seated he activated the drone network. He went through each drones loadout equipping them with recon and protection as he waited for more information.