LT Jackson Cormack - LZ "Strelok", Planet JiangXi Jackson turned at the sound of the Corporal speaking, eying him up and down quickly. For once, Jackson actually thought favorably of someone within the massive cluster of inept cadets, and began to shift over to him, throwing him a two-finger salute as he walked.
"Lieutenant Cormack. You seem to be competent enough for my tastes. I'll come along wi' ya."
His thick Texan accent cut through the air like a KA-BAR through a vine, putting him more than a bit out of place from the rest of the persons around. As he examined the man in Coalition marine uniform in front of him, he cracked a small smile. Someone competent, by the looks of it. Cormack took a quick scan of the surrounding environs before stepping off behind the man, hand resting on the holster housing his MP 802.
