She grasped her helmet. The visor made up the majority of the helmet, though not as much as the Eva. She put four extra sniper rounds in the bandolier on her right shoulder, or what used to be her right shoulder. Every time she touched the cold steel of her robotic arm it reminded her of what happened. Time to focus, she thought. She strapped her knife horizontally over her chest, which was covered in a simple hp/parafoil chest piece. She snagged six extra sniper cartridges and put them in the soft case on her right hip, which brought her a total of ten cartridges on the son and one in the rifle. She grabbed her personal riffle. The riffle was the same she was given in basic training, which had been customized with a fire design along the stock. Placing the riffle on the magnetic lock on her back she grabbed the next tool of her arsenal. Six inches of metal, but not any typical metal, inside of the metal was heated energy in the form of plasma. The technology was remarkable advanced and she didn't fully understand it. But she excelled in using it so it mattered not. Her mission wasn't one of particular danger but she never took a chance.
She walked over to her hornet, also customized but with teeth over flames. A few marines were loading a cargo box into the center of the hornet. The head of the military approached her.
"Brigadier. You seem well prepared"
"As always sir" she replied as she snapped to a solute.
"At ease soldier. I expect you know your mission?"
"Not well sir. Could you elaborate sir?"
"You've been assigned to do a simple cargo run to the base nearby."
"Weight of package? Importance? Heat zone I'll be going through?"
"Average. Minimal. A level 1 zone."
"Sir why send a Spartan on a supply run?"
"All other pilots are occupied you were last chance."
"Very well sir."
The head of military walked away to the safe distance. She climbed into the cockpit and lowered the glass dome. She then put her helmet on and started her engines. When given the all clear she began liftoff. She couldn't help but question her orders. She knew there were three pilots off today. And she had never heard of a base at these coordinates. Still orders were orders; she took off and set off for her coordinates.