Owen listened in on the briefing intently. He had no real idea what the spooks were up to; but if they were going to get him in on some Covenant killing action, he'd sign up for anything. When Tremell volunteered himself and Owen, Bassett was quick to stand proud with his buddy. Looks like he'd get to spend more time with Tremell and Davis; something Owen was looking forward to greatly. Even with his helmet off, Owen felt like there was a barrier between himself and the others. He had a perpetual poker face on; while inside he felt quite excited at the prospect of this new mission, and was happy to see his fellow soldiers easily as eager as he was, his grim expression never wavered. He wasn't one of those grizzled veterans who perpetually held the thousand yard stare; no, Bassett was just always in his head, wondering about the next engagement, the next battle. Mulling over past ones and looking forward to the future.
When it was time for liftoff, Bassett was one of the first in. Helmet on and opaque visor equipped, Owen couldn't help but glance around at everyone. A bunch of fresh faces, especially the ONI spooks; he admittedly felt unsure working along their secretive operators, but Owen knew he could match whatever firepower they could output. He was confident in his abilities to be a reliable squadmate. Owen had survived a few rough patches during the Human-Covenant War, and Bassett was sure of his capabilities enough to think he could go on fighting at least a few more years.
Bassett turned to face his closest compatriot - Pierce, designated by the tag on his armor - and bumped his arm. "Don't worry about the spooks. They're just dudes in armor, same as us." Pierce was a bit quiet, or shy at the least. He hoped to pop that shell now in hopes of making things more comfortable when someone inevitably took a hit. Owen took his lackluster opener to introduce himself. "Bassett. And that's Tremell. Remember; save some biofoam for that guy. He has a tendency to K.O. on missions." Owen knew he'd get a jab for that comment from his buddy, but it was worth it to ease some tension. A little chatter before a mission always helped in Owen's eyes.
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When it was time for liftoff, Bassett was one of the first in. Helmet on and opaque visor equipped, Owen couldn't help but glance around at everyone. A bunch of fresh faces, especially the ONI spooks; he admittedly felt unsure working along their secretive operators, but Owen knew he could match whatever firepower they could output. He was confident in his abilities to be a reliable squadmate. Owen had survived a few rough patches during the Human-Covenant War, and Bassett was sure of his capabilities enough to think he could go on fighting at least a few more years.
Bassett turned to face his closest compatriot - Pierce, designated by the tag on his armor - and bumped his arm. "Don't worry about the spooks. They're just dudes in armor, same as us." Pierce was a bit quiet, or shy at the least. He hoped to pop that shell now in hopes of making things more comfortable when someone inevitably took a hit. Owen took his lackluster opener to introduce himself. "Bassett. And that's Tremell. Remember; save some biofoam for that guy. He has a tendency to K.O. on missions." Owen knew he'd get a jab for that comment from his buddy, but it was worth it to ease some tension. A little chatter before a mission always helped in Owen's eyes.
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