[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Out on the surface, Rage had to hit the sunglare filter on his visor. The sun of Omega-15 was merciless. He looked around to see that all his men had done the same and then motioned for the sergeant to do an equipment check before they headed out. Their environment suits kept them at a safe temperature while simultaneously providing air to breath, the methane atmosphere of Rugen being as lethal as her sun.
A thunderous roar pulled his attention away from the team; Rage crawled over a small rocky rise in the terrain to get a better view. Twelve some odd klicks away he could make out the contrails of several ships rising from the Hessian base, reinforcements no doubt, climbing to join the fray. He looked out across the landscape, marked the safest route in, then activated the zoom feature of his combat helmet. He was studying his chosen route minutely when the sergeant joined him there to announce that the men were ready to move out.
“Then let's do it sarge,” he replied. “Have them fall out and follow me.”