[h2] Captain John Lockman [/h2]

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“And someone should keep eyes on the Kestrel. I don’t care if it’s from inside the cockpit or right here on the pad, but if this turns ugly, I want a fast exfil and no surprises waiting at the ramp.”
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"I wonder who will stay with the bird." John said to nobody. Unlatching the pair of robotic carts and trundling them down the back ramp. Their control's temporarily slaved to his TacPad. The carts giving a slight jolt as they dropped from the hard ramp to the tarmac. "Who among us will stay with the bird that can get us off this potentially abandoned dirt ball?" 

John stopped next to Mark. A few jabs of his TacPad transferred control of the carts to Mark's TacPad; a more ruggedized variant but the same OS. 

"Don't get eaten Jarhead. I'll be in the 92." John wandered off at this point. Stopping briefly before Velia to sync his helmet comms to hers. A process he didn't need with Mark since the LG-92's internal comm system had already added the frequency of an Edenite marine's comm system. 

"My number for when the grass tries to eat us all." A smile hidden behind his helmet before he climbed back up the ramp. The armored partition sealing into place with a whine of hydraulics as the shuttle turned sealed itself off. A lump of armor and angular edges squatting on the edge of the spaceport.