Jackson Cormack - LZ "Strelok", Planet JiangXi Jackson turned suddenly at the sound of the voice, concentration broken. He simply sighs, the light wrinkling on his face curving into a scowl as he viewed the two of them - the one with their rifle outstretched and in plain view, and the other inquisitively staring at Cormack. He balls one of his hands up into a fist, before exhaling slowly, turning back around toward the treeline.
"Cormack, son. That's all you need to know." He continued his examination of the clusters of foliage and the landscape that lay ahead - searching for anything of importance. His hand rested lightly on the holster holding his service pistol, the other attempting to block the light falling down through the treetops onto his head from the binary star system above. The exterior of his thick leather jacket flapped slowly as a light breeze rolled by, whistling a hollow tune.
