Crosshair trudged through the thick snow, his breath fogging up in front of him as he made his way towards the base. The planet of Barton IV was bitterly cold, something that he did not particularly enjoy just like his partner in this work.

The icy wind cut through his armor, chilling him to the bone as he scanned the horizon for any signs of raiders. Crosshair could see the imperial Lieutenant in charge, a slimy man with a sneer permanently etched on his face. The imperial had from the start treated him with disdain, seeing him as nothing more than a disposable soldier, a tool to be used and discarded at will.

However, at first he met Mayday with them, then.. they were left alone by some light that even warmed hands a little when someone pointed them closer to it.

"Pay no mind to him." He mumbled, his voice slightly modulated as he had his helmet on. He was talking about..that insufferable Lieutenant it seems.