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Shawn let out a huge breath. The whole time he had been holding one, though he didn't know it. He let go of his seat, and blood rushed back into his hand with a tingling feel.

Shawn grabbed the side of his seat, gripping tightly enough to cause his knuckles to go white. Freakin' driver can't eve- His thought was cut off as the vehicle suddenly fish-tailed, where all comprehend able thought left his mind.

Shawn was noticeably fidgeting in his seat- I hate small spaces... To calm himself he thought about buddies prior to today, many of them lost because of a mistake, though he refused to let his mind wander there.

"You think if they can knock our ships outta the air like they're nothin', that these rifles'd do much?

"And I was excited to get out of this thing... And what do we do if we see any hostiles? I don't think we can just let them go, and with this thing we can't exactly hide..." He unconsciously shifts his rifle in his hands, readjusting his grip.

You still making those banners? If so, I'm pretty interested, they look dang good.

Shawn squirmed in his seat. He didn't care how cold or hot it was out there, he wanted out of the vehicle. He hated small confined spaces now. He grabbed his equipment and made sure it was tight on him, then he sat back, most of his muscled still tensed. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to...

Shawn grabbed whatever was available to him, hoping to steady his fall.

Shawn started breathing rythmatically and slowly, the measured intake of oxygen calming his heart. He sat almost relaxed in his seat. Physically relaxed, but mentally nervous. It had been what seemed forever since he was in one of these.

He waited for everyone else to enter first, he felt he could learn something about his teammates by how and what order they got into the vehicle. And he hated small spaces, especially ones you can't exit. He figured he'd take the seat closest to the exit.

I edited in armor and a pistol.

He made his way to the cargo bay, his heart finally starting to accelerate. He thought of a saying he often repeated in his childhood, a joking phrase that was used by his friends when they played sports, I ain't afraid. For whatever reason, that had always calmed him down somewhat. So since...

Shawn grabbed a Trueshot Sniper rifle thinking, Oooh, this is nice, he felt the weight, and balance. It's been a while since I've held one of these. He also picked up a First Aid Kit, putting it on his side, and grabbed a knife, putting that in a holder on his forearm. Finally he slipped a...

Shawn glanced between the two, noting a building tension... He figured that would be bad later. He hoped they'd be on separate teams. When the announcement to head to the armory was made, he fell in about in the middle of the group.

"So when do we get our weapons?" asked Shawn.

After the announcement echoed through the speakers, Shawn took a minute before stopping what he was doing. He was in the gym, lifting weights. When he finished, putting everything back in the proper place, and removing the weights, he walked quickly but casually to his quarters, where he grabbed...

I can't really find a picture that fits, I'll just let you guys imagine him as described. Go ahead and lock.

Got the age.

You know, I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive my mathematics. I'll fix it. What do you mean by separate bonus from the default?

I know you people...