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The team enjoyed being back in safe and un-touched Peenemünde, especially the bar the workers and soldiers at the research facility always went to when they had time. That included Raven Squad of the 505th, and now Rudolph and Jakob sat alongside Hand and Felix who all enjoyed beer from all over Europe, Axis-occupied Europe that was to say. Rudolph had just ordered Bayer lager, while Jakob had been sent a bottle of Norwegian Akvavit and enjoyed by himself.
"Give Hans some time, Felix. It's not his fault that he hasn't seen a lady for months fighting the Tommies and Yanks." Rudolph shot in after Felix, watching the waitress as she returned with his lager. Rudolph hadn't fought with Felix and Jakob down in Africa, which was easily noticeable due to their tan skin from the hot African sun.
Jakob poured himself another glass of Akvavit and downed it, grinning and shaking his head as his throat caught fire. But he bursted into laughter and smiled at his friends surrounding him. "What about you then, Felix? You seem to be married with your uniform and the Army, may I so ask you where you have your womanly expertise from?"

Thomas ignored Rane's comment and moved not one muscle in his face, while what he really wanted to do was to punch the Canmorian so hard, that for the first time a sound could be heard in space; Rane death-scream. But Thomas remained calm and took careful note of every detail Jason told them, and what Thomas could see from the holograms. It seemed simple enough, if one could call exploring an ice-planet with erupting lava pools for simple. The Marauders had been through deadlier missions than this, but just that they were deadly were proven with all the new crew members that attended the briefing. At least they only brought a few number of rookies down to the planet this time, the rest would be 'safer' on-board.

As Jason wrapped up the briefing and ordered them to meet up ready in 10 minutes, Thomas quickly saluted his fellow crew-members and existed the room, walking quickly and determined towards his quarters. He had a standard lock-system on his door, and ensured no-one was sneaking around him to see him as he punched in the code, and entered his room. It wasn't that he thought anyone would dare to walk in and kill him in his sleep or anything like that, but this was truly the only place where he could breath out and take care of his eye, which had started to hurt during the meeting. He had done his best to hide the pain and therefore left the room as quick as possible so he take care of it, alone. Normally he would have tried to calm down for a few hours, but when on mission he would have to turn to medication to lessen the pain. He found the bottle of pills hidden deep in his closet and took a couple of them, and soon the pain went away. Oh, how much he hated it, and how much he hated his nickname, 'One-Eye', but it had been used so often by Jason that by this point everyone referred to him as that.

He had no time to think about all this, and gathered the needed gear for their mission; the Sub-Zero suit, his weapons and the backpack that contained all the instruments he normally used. The Sub-Zero suit was by now not too difficult to get on, but he was starting to sweat rather quickly inside the ship so he hoped they could leave early. He strapped the backpack on his back, put on a pair of goggles that would protect his eye down in the winter blizzards, and grabbed his combat rifle and pistol before setting off to the docking bay in what made him look like an ancient Polar-explorer.

As he walked through the metal corridors of the ship, he saw a young woman, nearly a girl, walking towards him carrying a few books. She fitted the description of Val, the girl who had joined the Marauders as a scientist, thought Thomas felt it was a little sad to think that someone like her ended up with them. Still, he smiled politely to her as they stepped closer, and held out his hand for her to shake it. "Greetings, you must be Val. You haven't been introduced to the crew I think, so I'm Lieutenant Thomas O'Connor, pleased to meet you." He said with with a strict, but polite voice, he wasn't used to talk too normal with people, though he did when he felt comfortable around them. And now, only a few on the ship made him comfortable.

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