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[color=ec008c][center][h2]Halim[/h2][/center][/color]

Halim knew a great deal about atmospheric reentry....In theory atleast. In practice? Less so, it seemed, if the still dull red glow of his Orbitals armor was any indication as it stumbled into an awkward landing some 50 meters away from an [i]Aurora[/i] unit. [color=ec008c]"It was a lot easier in the simulations..."[/color] he moaned quietly to himself, checking the internal temperature readings, cockpit sitting 'comfortably' far above what was probably considered safe. His flight suit aided little in comforting him, beyond perhaps providing an air tight seal for which to stew in his own sweat. A part of him longed to open his cockpit bay, if only to relish in the feel of the chill that the wind might provide. 

He pushed such thoughts away quickly. Orders were to maintain combat readiness and he doubted his comfort constituted an excuse from that. With a sigh he checked his readings again, confirming that no internal structures were at risk or damaged from the rather clumsy fall onto the planet. <<[color=ec008c]"BTF-unit AGL-001 reporting. Atmospheric reentry partially successful."[/color]>> He reported, wincing his orbital sagged awkwardly into the lose soil, throwing off his gait slightly. <<[color=ec008c]"Unit suffers no damage and will be combat ready in 30 sec-"[/color]>> He begins, cutting himself off at the last moment to re-check his instruments. <<[color=ec008c]"50 seconds."[/color]>> He admits, finally, unable to hide the somewhat worried twinge to his voice. 

He maintains radio silence for a few seconds, quietly counting to himself as he absorbed the reports from the overwatching units still airborne as he tried to will his overheat risk away. <<[color=ec008c]"BTF-Unit ALG-001 secondarily confirms Aurora's assessment Voyager. We are a negative on Target Adam and Eve."[/color]>> He reported happily, though with a seriousness that suggested that the joke had less flown over his head and more been lost somewhere back in orbit. The Casket takes a few shaky steps, awkwardly casting its gaze around the LZ for a few moments before his autocannon slammed into position, revving quickly to its idle speed as he settled in to cover the landing shuttle. <<[color=ec008c]" Stojanović are the heat signature's possibly geothermic activity? Could be an underground hot spring or something..."[/color]>> He asked, remembering once having heard about how people would sometimes bathe in such things, though for the life of him he still could not figure out as to why.