"Roger, I've got the drone feed coming in good", Gabby replied as she studied the video as it streamed onto the inside of the suits' visor. Like Tobias, she pinned the feed to one corner of her view. As the V-22 banked into the approach to the drop zone, she looked to opening ramp, taking in the view. The Osprey shook as blossoms of dirty smoke exploded into the air around them, and Gabby adjusted the Stormhounds' stance as Tobias leaned against the wall of the cabin. The Israeli pilot held her arms out and wobbled for balance as the tilt-rotor shifted and wove through the air. "Well, I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore," she grumbled, turning the suits' visor toward the rear hatch, watching the tracers stream upward as the ground loomed larger. "Such a rude welcome too". The light flashed green and Tobias charged out the ramp, disappearing from view. She gave a few heartbeats' count and then charged after, the heavy feet of the exo suit ringing against the deck before they met air. This was no HALO drop, so there was no time for any fancy moves. Getting the landing right was key; exosuit or not, getting it wrong would still hurt. The suit might survive, but her skeleton; well, that was different. And that would just be embarassing. The suits' LIDAR kicked in, giving a clear and accurate altitude reading to the rapidly approaching ground, and she spread the suit out to get the most control, before the parachute kicked in automatically, dragging her upright. Much like Tobias' chute, there was a little flair involved, and the rectangular chute had a big and bold star of david emblazoned on it, white on the blue background. One-shot rockets would fire to cushion her impact, heavier as it was compared to the Firehound. Targeting came online as Tobias spoke and she grinned into the cushioning around her face as the Stormhounds' sensors and targeting systems correlated with the UAV's electronic overwatch. "Bringing the noise, Lionheart," she replied as the GMG on the Suits' left shoulder opened up with its' staccato chattering, sending a stream of high-explosives onto the enemies' positions as she glided lower.