Cyrus boarded the ship last, having shown up late for the briefing and then showing up late for the boarding. He was rather embarrassed about it, but he had gotten lost in the vast interior of the building. He wore his normal suit, with no weapons, and he had his hands tightly in his pocket. He looked up from staring hard at the metal plating of the ship to see a group of others already suiting up.
"Cyrus Wolfhelm, Squad Leader A. Reporting for duty rather later than he had planned due to his lack of direction in the place." Cyrus said aloud, looking over the others to see who had been assigned to his squad.
He walked over quickly to where the others were suiting up and grabbed his thermal armor from a rack. He looked down below to see a drawer, and he pulled out a chainsword and a laser assault rifle from it. He immediately began suiting up, just pulling the armor over his clothing and attaching the chainsword to his side.
Cyrus saw immediately those who were in his squad sense he had been given a file on everyone of them before the briefing. Justice Isolde, the human. Kryus, . Xystos Midred, his mage. And a man with too long a name for even Cyrus to pronounce so he would be called Keklon, his assassin (or so Cyrus liked to think). And finally Kryus, his sniper.
It was a good variety of troops, and Cyrus was glad to be working alongside them.