FN-2318 sat in the seat closest to the starship's exit, the oxygen tank on his back acting as an enormous burden for him in comfort. He pulled on the strap that kept him nestled into his seat as the ship rumbled as it broke Lipsec's atmosphere. The briefing was short and to-the-point. Land, pillage for Imperial Artifacts, burn chit, keep up with Major Laval, and follow orders. Iconis was used to taking orders. Like most soldiers of the First Order, he was taken from his family at a young age for training. The lack of parental figures in his life drove his independence, and today, after finally graduating from his training and the simulations on Starkiller Base, he would participate in a real mission for the first time.
He examined the others with him. Major [member="Sibar Laval"] rushed up to the cockpit to talk to the pilot, Captain [member="Larry Cheswa"], of whom the Order's freshest Private had not seen outside of his abode at the front of the vessel just yet. Across the walkway from him was [member="Pvt. Viper"], who had a more feminine form hidden within her armor that hinted she was probably a female, something Private Black had not seen a lot of in the Order's ranks. A woman's voice would no doubt make the squad more interesting to hear in battle. The last man on board was [member="Drax Shean"], of whom just looked like the average Incinerator Trooper who sat a few seats away from him.
Iconis stayed silent, listening to Major Laval and Captain Cheswa bark out orders over the radio. The turbulence felt from inside the starship told Iconis they were probably getting ready to depart. The moment of truth, he thought to himself, first day of action. Let's do it right, Private. For the First Order.
