USCMRPG

A bead of sweat dropped from Rex's forehead snaking its way to his neck, he was intently listening to the chatter -- the tension palpable. The the comm crackled with the platoon lead barking instructions, Rex turned to Jones his lips pursed, " jump start her fusion core" as he stowed his PR-PUT ...

Soles switched channels without slowing.
“Rex, Jones—get back to the Cheyenne. I want her powered, preflight complete, and ready to lift on immediate notice. Keep the engines cold until I call for you. If this goes sideways, you’re our exit.”
He released the transmit key and returned his attention ...

"Five by five sir, cradle unlatch procedure underway. The Cheyenne will be ready for planet fall. Will await further instructions." Rex said and input the command sequence to prepare the Cheyenne's fusion core, with a hum and rumble the drop ship came to life. He continued with the necessary ...

Braccus stood there for a second, staring at the marine who appeared to be in a field of flowers. "At least for your sake, I pray that I'm wrong, and this is just paranoia talking." He muttered to himself.

Hooper was loading his gear aboard the dropship. As he stowed it, he noticed the pilot. "Hey buddy, don't think we met. Private Hooper, most everyone calls me 'Beaver.' What's your name? Ooh, I mean, Sir." He noticed the butterbar on Braccus' shoulder too late. His old platoon's pilot had been a ...

Braccus does a final diagnostic review, a timer for 3 minutes shows up for a detailed report. His legs shake in anticipation, the report pops up with a small *beep*.

All systems nominal, no errors detected. It read. He breathed a sigh of relief. He looked to the table on the right it had his PR ...

2nd Lt. Braccus paces back and forth in the command terminal of the USCSS MAGELLAN. Constantly monitoring the ship's readings.

"Flight path, unchanged. Reactor temperature, optimal. Acceleration, constant as programed by the auto pilot. Hull integrity, unchanged. Good! I don't see anomalies here ...

2nd Lt. Braccus Rex straightens his back, "It is as you said sir. I've been assigned to handle our planetfall and extraction.

I know the Cheyenne like the back of my hand, sir. She'll get us to the surface and back safely."