Shuttle
Jax nodded and stood, feeling a little nervous. He didn't really know why, though, because he was strapped inside what was essentially a man/tank hybrid and armed to the teeth. That, and the pilot Suites had captured probably wasn't feeling too well after the massive explosion and what-not. But there was still that small amount of uncertainty...
But now was not the time. As Jax stepped to the door, he silently prayed he wouldn't find a bloody splatter in the place of the intelligence specialist. At the edge of the ramp, he peered down at the grasslands that seemed miles below him. He gulped a little, trying to judge the distance. Was it survivable?!
'No! Don't you wimp out now! There's a man, probably dead or dying, down there!' Jax thought furiously. It was like riding the big roller coaster at the amusement park: Don't think, just do. So, without giving himself more time to dwell on the danger, Jax stepped off the ramp. It was at that moment, Jax knew, that he had messed up.
Crash Site
"Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Whydidithinkthiswasagoodidea?!" Jax yelped in utter terror as he screamed towards the ground, arms flailing to try and position himself to where he would land on his feet. Just when he was about to expect a hard impact, he subconsciously activated his thrusters to slow his descent. The thrusters deactivated just a few feet from the ground, and Jax yelped as he felt himself tumble forward, as if to land on his face again. But he was ready this time, and reached out his right hand to catch himself, which allowed him to end his jump in a very awesome-looking pose, with one hand on the ground, and the other stretched out behind him.
"Feh, nailed it! Now walk away like a bawss!" Jax chuckled with a very satisfied grin, his heart still pounding. To say the least, he was very glad that there had been no comm link to the ship when he'd jumped, so no one aboard had heard anything from that whole conundrum. As far as they were concerned, he'd known exactly what he was doing. And that they definitely hadn't chosen the worst man possible for forward observation.
Jax stood up, and then pulled his rifle from the shoulder mount.
"Itto Hei Suites?!" he called. Damn. Was he supposed to put the rank after the name?! Or was he supposed to... ah, nevermind, he'd take the lecture later. Jax raised the weapon and began slowly creeping towards the crash site, sweeping this way and that.
"I'm opening a channel to the shuttle." his FAR, who'd jumped down with him, announced.
"You guys see anything up there?" he asked the crew aboard the shuttle as he continued moving forward, heart pounding, ready for any sort of surprise. He heard a weak groan just a little bit ahead, and moved towards the source of the noise. Hidden in the grass, sprawled out awkwardly, was the pilot, who looked like a, well, whatever the hell that was.
"Sweet!" he hissed excitedly upon finding the alien pistol, which he stowed in his pack. He wasn't very aware of the rules regarding war trophies, but he would study this little piece later, if he could. Take it apart, see how it worked, that sort of thing.
Then, Jax found the SMG, which he stowed on his shoulder. Even if the user was dead, they should still make an effort to retrieve the gear.
"Found the pilot," Jax announced through the comms and stood back up to continue his search. He stepped past the fighter, and silently basked in awe. They needed to take this, too, somehow. It was an engineer's dream to get to explore an alien craft for the first time. "He's all sorts of screwed up, but alive. Anyone got eyes on Suites?"
'Or what's left of 'em?' Jax thought darkly.