[i]2479 A.D.[/i]

Over Valtara, the CMX Transport floated silently in the void. Drawn by the planet's orbit, it set itself comfortably in the stream moving at a slow 227 KPH. Within the hour, it would begin moving toward the extraction point, but as it were it was now time to suit up, grab what one needed, and think on how one might spend that treasure money once it was time to collect. Raddek unbuckled his seat now that they had left hyperspace, climbing to his feet and stepping through a corridor, the airtight door sliding in when he approached before he stepped into the cargo hold. In this old clunker, the engines took up 30% of the ship, and the dull thrum of the power coursing through the ship emanated off every wall, ever present. He set down on a crate, taking his bag from his cubby and retrieving the weapons he had brought. 

First was his 680 Gauss Rifle, a large gun that needed to be aimed and fired with two hands. It was a weapon that fires hyper-velocity, high-density projectiles similar to those of a Magnetic Accelerator Cannon, except on a much smaller scale. The weapon could punch through stone and even armored vehicles, short of a tank. It was handy blasting through any beast with a crystalline or carapace shell as well. It's only downside was that it took a moment to fire, and the ammo was very expensive. He expected to get his money's worth, however. Next was his M37 Battle Rifle, an all-purpose weapon with 7.62 x51mm uraniaum tipped rounds that could be fired single shot, burst, or fully automatic. The scope could go from 2x to 4x with the flip of a switch, making it a very nice moderate ranged option if need be. He then strapped his HB 'Brimstone' Revolve to his belt in its holster, just in case he needed some quick stopping power. His Melkor shotgun would remain disassembled in his pack until an emergency was needed. 

With his iron eyes, he checked every clip and magazine he had, checking the chamber of his Brimstone and feeling satisfied he was prepared. Overheard, a high strung voice could be heard speaking over the comm. "Hey, get your food and supplies before it's time to jettison out of here! We'll be there in an hour, you two. Best get acquainted before you head out or it'll be awkward going down there, or that's what I think at least." 

It was the captain, aptly named 'Junky' who was hired to bring them out here in these 'boonies' of a system. No one else was around for forty lightyears save for pirates, black market traders, smugglers, and a few military outposts. Them and the locals on the planet, and he heard a lot of rumors about them. Mutants, raiders... he would see when he got there. Once he hefted his gauss rifle, he wondered where his partner was. He had barely seen her before they launched off into the nether.