[b]Really?[/b] [i]Avalon Cruiser; Corra Orbit[/i] "Oh, so you aren't joking then. That's, that's freakin' spectacular. You'd think that there'd be some kind of intellige-" As Eric raises his head after the fist hits his stomach, he bears an irritating smirk, and he deliberately blows the hair off of his forehead. The Sergeant who dealt the blow, likewise, was grinning, but the Commander issuing him the commands was hardly pleased. "With your track record, you're lucky that we're even letting you within a ten meter radius of a ship, but the fact is, we need you. It pains me to admit it, but our forces on the ground need supplies: weapons, food, and medical supplies, and we're gonna need someone like you to deliver those." Eric tilted his head in acknowledgement, "So, instead of doing recon, aerial strikes, or perhaps a coordinated operation, you're using me as a delivery boy?" The Commander, this time, allowed himself a grin, "The best goddamn delivery boy that you can be Mr. Marks. Your ship is ready for deployment in 15, so let's get moving." [i]Approximately an hour later; 0900[/i] As the dropships slowly touched down in the ground, Eric slowly got himself out of the command module from which he directed all of the ships simultaneously. It was about time that he began meeting people. (Open to anyone on the ground)