After he landed hard. Funny..He didnt think he landed hard. Well it was probably for the fact of the foam cushion he was encased in while in the pod. His drop pod critcal systesmwere barely operational. His first tempt to see what worked started with the coms systems. ~Coalition Command...This is Sergeant Marex Darune. Command do you copy over?~ He like this. Kicking and popping a hatch open. Pulling out a back pack of sorts and began to fill it with supplies.
He left the pod after covering it up with enough branches and stuff that he took from the surounding area. His white and blue striped armor stuck out yes but it didnt matter. His blace visored helmet scanned the area for hostile life. Nothing as of yet.
Mainly wilderness and such. Demons and other fell beasts roaming the lands. Thats why he was here...TO see if they can transport the demons on his world off world to somewhere else.
He looked to his shoulder and ran his hand it. Wipping the dirt from the UNC . His other shoulder, the left one, bore the insignia of what Unit and his rank. Sergent of the Ranger Squad of the 157th Scout Infantry Legion. He didn't mind being an NCO. He fairly enjoyed it. He was slowly making his way to the town. Rifle in hand, locked loaded and at the ready. Walking through the woods, specially with them as dark as this section was, one couldnt be to carefull.
He crouched behind a set of bushes not farm from the small town. He looked out to see what exactly the people were like. Farmers....Odd ones. He kneeled back down and took a scan of the area. Interesing...Nothing He stood and walked on. As he passed the farm, the people looked at him as if they....Lets face it...They havent seen anything like him before.
He left the pod after covering it up with enough branches and stuff that he took from the surounding area. His white and blue striped armor stuck out yes but it didnt matter. His blace visored helmet scanned the area for hostile life. Nothing as of yet.
Mainly wilderness and such. Demons and other fell beasts roaming the lands. Thats why he was here...TO see if they can transport the demons on his world off world to somewhere else.
He looked to his shoulder and ran his hand it. Wipping the dirt from the UNC . His other shoulder, the left one, bore the insignia of what Unit and his rank. Sergent of the Ranger Squad of the 157th Scout Infantry Legion. He didn't mind being an NCO. He fairly enjoyed it. He was slowly making his way to the town. Rifle in hand, locked loaded and at the ready. Walking through the woods, specially with them as dark as this section was, one couldnt be to carefull.
He crouched behind a set of bushes not farm from the small town. He looked out to see what exactly the people were like. Farmers....Odd ones. He kneeled back down and took a scan of the area. Interesing...Nothing He stood and walked on. As he passed the farm, the people looked at him as if they....Lets face it...They havent seen anything like him before.