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     Corporal Nicholas Matthew Bannon sat in his seat quietly.  He was nervous.  Everyone was nervous.  Someone would have to be crazy not to be nervous.  It was like the air in the dropship was pressing in on him, and then Private Andrew Hawkins elbowed Nick in the side a little. 
     "Hey sir, how long until we touch down?" asked the young soldier.
     "Not sure Hawkins, lemme ask Bull," replied Nick as he snapped out of his tense state and looked towards the front of the light dropship.  First Lieutenant Richard "Bull" Hendrickson was their senior commanding officer for their platoon.  He was a shorter but tough man who had grown up doing manual labor until he decided to go to the Karusian Military Academy to become an officer.  Since then, he had become a Ranger and a damned fine one from Nick's experience with him. 
     "Sir, how long until we reach the LZ?" shouted Nick over the roar of the engines.  Bull Hendrickson looked up from where he was looking and saw who was shouting at him.
     "About five minutes corporal.  Start getting your men ready for a quick drop so we can secure the zone!" replied Bull.  Next to Bull was Sergeant Edgar G. "Wolf" Wofford, a shaggy haired man who seemed rather skinny for a Ranger, but he was a quick thinker under pressure and had proven himself in order to reach his rank. 
     "Everyone do inter-team equipment checks before we land!" shouted Sergeant Wolf as the men liked to call him.  Nick turned to the men in his squad.  He was checking the equipment on Private Hawkins.  Hawkins was checking the gear on Specialist Matthew Ray, the engineer and radioman.  Ray was checking Private Jeremy Grimm's equipment.  Grimm was checking Private First Class Anthony Wilson's gear.  As they finished, they each shouted off a grade of "Good" as everyman had checked their equipment the previous night.  After everyone had done the equipment check, Private Hawkins checked Nick's own gear before they finally were noted as being in perfect team condition. 
     "Thirty seconds!" suddenly shouted Lieutenant Hendrickson over the roar of the engine and each man held his weapon firmly in his hands, careful to keep the safety of their weapons on.  Then the dropship suddenly lurched and came to a halt.
     "Alright, let's clear the LZ!" shouted Bull Hendrickson as Rangers started moving out of the dropship quickly and moving to their assigned positions.  Nick's team was one of the last off, but they moved cohesively and quickly to their position and would stay in their formation until they were ordered to regroup.

[[OOC: Alright, I have been suffering from internet problems that are still a pain atm, but will make things fast.  I see that nothing has happened(Windscar) so I will kick him from the RP.  There has been no excuse given, so no excuse will be taken.]]

     Nick hopped out of the dropship and crouched low to the ground due to the weight of his pack.  He aimed his rifle around quickly before moving forward a few steps and his men hopped out after him and they got into formation.  Nick's fireteam was to be near the front side of the defensive perimeter.  That was the side that enemy contact would most likely come from, and it was the side that was focused on more but not completely.  It was foolish to put all of the strength on one side and leave the rear open to a flanking maneuver.  Nick ordered PFC Wilson to move his machine gun to their front and he set it up as swiftly as he was trained.  Then he was to be aided by Private Hawkins while Specialist Ray and Nick positioned themselves behind the machine gun for additional supporting fire.  Private Grimm was to cover their flank in case of any infiltrating units.  They waited patiently for about fifteen minutes when Bull Hendrickson came into view.
     "Area secure! Preparing vehicles for scouting procedure!" said Bull over the radio COM channel.  As he gave the all-clear, another dropship appeared over the tree canopy of the forest and descended after the previous one had cleared.  Within minutes, there were three fully functional Ranger Reconnaissance Vehicles on the ground along with any supplies needed for a command outpost.  Then the task of building a temporary camp began.  A defensive perimeter was kept by several key points around the camp.  Then the team leaders were called together by Lieutenant Hendrickson.

     "Alright, we have our position set up as best as we will do it.  I want two scouting vehicles sent together and see if we can make contact with the enemy already.  Try not to engage if they have superior numbers because we are merely the scouting units and not the regular armed forces.  Let them take care of the enemy grunts.  If headquarters wants us to take a key position, then let them order us first instead of expecting us to read their minds.  Corporal Bannon and Corporal Baker, I want you two to be on this scouting mission.  The vehicles can fit up to six men, so you have the option of having an extra soldier or two tag along.  The option is up to you.  Everyone else will be on the defensive here as a fallback position in case things get dicey," said Bull Hendrickson before ending the discussion with a salute.  Nick saluted back and turned to Corporal Baker.
     "So, looks like we get thrown into the fire first huh?" he asked.

[[OOC: Himanil, the officer said two squads, not three. Those squads are under the command of Corporal Baker and Corporal Bannon, not "Sergeant Terry", whoever the hell he is. We have Lieutenant "Bull" and Sergeant "Wolf"..you'll forget about Sergeant Terry, he no longer exists. You will stay at the camp and help set it up, we will do the scouting...understood?]]

Baker stepped out of the RRV, and leaned against it.
"The Lieutenant's orders were pretty clear. We don't attack if they have superior numbers," said Baker, "How many tents, how many vehicles?"
"Three tents, I saw two vehicles," said Bannon.
"I'm guessing around ten to fifteen men, they're either close to us, or superior to us. We'll pull back, and use a runner to inform Bull of what we found. We'll wait for orders after that," said Baker
"Sounds perfect, but who are we going to use as a runner?" asked Nick.
"Private Mason!" exclaimed Baker.
"Yes, Corporal?" asked Mason as he jumped out of the RRV.
"You will go back to HQ and deliver news to either Lieutenant Hendrickson or Sergeant Wofford," ordered Baker.
"What did we find?" asked Mason.
"A camp consisting of three tents and two visible vehicles. I estimate around ten to fifteen men in the camp," reported Baker.
Mason took a few seconds to memorize the information.
"Is that all?" asked Mason.
"Yes, Private, move!" said Baker.
Mason ran off, and Baker made a hand gesture that meant "get out of sight". The RRVs drove in two different directions, and were soon covered in a camo net. The soldiers then hid, and the two fireteams awaited Mason's return.