Corporal Ledanov, Coalition Marines - A Journey to prove oneself
Amidst the already rousing other participants of the Trials stood a relatively large man, though he had fallen silent since before they all boarded the storm. He'd looked around, scanned the surroundings that they had been placed into. New Hangzhou off into the distance was the goal, or better said the far side of it. This is where he would reach, with or without the rest of these muppets. He checked his gear, the Seeker was locked and loaded, two rations bars, one half-filled canteen and a knife. He shrugged off some dust from the landing before he finally turned to the others.
"I don't know about you, but I don't want to be a sitting duck any longer. We should head out, but not pack all together. The larger our group the easier we are spotted by whatever lies ahead. If two of you want to join me, feel free. Best of luck, comrades."
With that, Ledanov spun on the heel of his combat boots, the gray overall he wore catching specs of mud in the turn, and began to march straight towards the city, his rifle always raised and scanning the surroundings, his step small as he slowly waded into the higher grasses, trying to find a path or similar, not looking back to see if anyone was going to follow him. The Trials were his chance to advance within the Marines, he had gone voluntarily to show to his commanders that he was ready to advance, that he was worthy.
