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(A scavenger and tinkerer and you think he doesn't have anything to detect a change in frequency, plus he spotted Wulfe playing with the device on the way out of the dropship and when he dropped the dead Simulacrum, these questions are probably better asked in the OOC, or IC when the squad regroups)

"Your eyes deceive you Wulfe, I'm actually done scavenging here" Taron replied curtly "you may not appreciate the lapdog thing but it seems to ring true, real classy move leaving a squadmate hanging like that, not like I need that frequency anyway" at this point he broke into a swagger as he...

"We got an ex IMC lapdog and a robot on this squad and I'm the weirdo" Taron said through a snigger, making no attempt to hide it "not to mention this is the mission, recon" he added, hefting the dead Simulacrum onto his shoulder and making a B-line back to the dropship "we're looking into who...

Taron was unaware of Draugr's mock salute so focused was he on the task in hand, he waded through the foot or more deep snow, periodically stopping to remove snow and icicles from the debris he was inspecting. Being a scavenger by nature, he'd found several items that could be made use of, a...

As the dropship ramp lowered, the freezing air of Valinor III swept in, the whole place was eerily dark save for the lights emitted from the dropship, Taron raised his SMG and flicked on it's flashlight attachment, "initial scans picked up no life signs, but you can never be too sure" he spoke...

"Oh you've gotta be kidding" Taron sounded exhaspirated, learning that his Titan would not be readily available upon disembarking "so you're seriously telling me we're going to be trekking there, in snow that's more than likely hip-deep with a blizzard that could arrive at any moment?" Taron...

Taron just sat, straightened his back and closed his eyes as the ship jumped, he'd done jumps like this dozens of times before but no amount of experience of them could ever quite prepare him for the shift in gravity as the dropship approached the planet's atmosphere, his finger tapping the...

Taron glanced around the dropship's interior once more, whereas the other pilots it seemed were readying their rifles, he opted instead to take out his sidearm, checked the mag and chambered the first round, then he took an object from his belt, a silencer and affixed it to his pistols muzzle...

"C'mon let's go already!" Taron yelled, thumping the ceiling of the drop ship, his unmasked tone now portraying his need for conflict "got weapons full of lead and a vest full of ordinance with the IMC's name written all over it!" He glanced around the interior of the drop ship, his eyes once...

(Question, have we got a squad leader for this deployment? Taron doesn't fit the role)

Taron gave a wide smile, unseen to the simulacrum behind the faceplate of his helmet "as long as we understand each other" he said laughing to himself, the narrowing of the simulacrum's optics in an attempt to intimidate him coupled with Pilot Wulfe's attempted intervention tickled him, he slung...

Taron had finished checking his gear and had sheathed his data knife when Pilot Wulfe spoke up, he chuckled to himself again and gave her a sideways glance. He then turned to face her and gave a salute before saying "yes sir madam pilot sir" making no attempt to hide the tone of mockery in his...

Taron was checking his pistol mags and frag grenades before hearing a voice from behind him, it was the simulacrum, he hadn't expected it to be so forthcoming. He turned on the spot to face it, letting out a low chuckle and once again subconsciously resting his hand on his sidearm. "Lets get...

Taron reached the dropship, still doubting that the briefing for the mission to come had covered all bases, what could possibly relate a search and rescue mission to Biolite? Why wasn't it mentioned prior to the briefing? And why most importantly did the other pilots seem to pass it off so...

Taron said nothing as he strode off the bridge, he glared through his visor at the simulacrum as he passed it by, as he made his way to the dropship hanger, he took a detour through the titan bay, stopping for a moment before his own, he clambered up and grabbed something out of the cockpit, a...

"Not a bad call Admiral" Taron responded, aiming his comment at Marcus, still feeling somewhat sceptical about the whole mission, he felt it was simply a waste of valuable time and resources, both of which could be much better spent elsewhere on the frontier, at any rate he thought it best to...

Taron nodded in agreement to what Pilot Wulf had to say "when do we deploy sir?" He asked, his hand resting on his sidearm again, tapping the grip with his thumb, his R-97 tucked under his left arm.

(It's cool man, no worries) Taron straightened up again and was about to give another retort, but decided it best perhaps not to push it too far. "So our objective is to simply investigate this old beacon" he said curtly, putting on a balaclava he'd pulled out of a pouch on his chest rig...

"So what are you telling us exactly?" Taron interjected "are we here to look for survivors? Are we here for more of that or are you just warning us about a potentially tougher resistance?" He glanced around the bridge at the the other pilots looking for some contribution from them, maybe they...

"Cold case indeed, you know it drops to 50 below down there" Taron stated matter of factly "if you ask me the odds of anyone being left alive in those climates, with no supplies and heavy IMC presence are incredibly slim" Taron had let his mouth run away with his mind before his eyes fell onto...