He woke up to see a group of fellow special-ops members all occupying a chair. The one who sat directly across from him stared with untired eyes.

"Morning, Sir." The man said, Through black hair that went to the ears, Sunglasses and wore a black top and black jeans. Don looked back, Still half asleep. He rubbed his eyes, And shook his head, sweat covering his brow. He had had another one of the dreams, But this one was worse. It was horrific, He was in hell in the dream, Suffering and watching members of his family being devoured by odd monsters. He snapped back to reality when the man spoke.

"Uh...Sir?"

Don scratched the back of his head. "Oh, Sorry. I was half dead there. I'm Don Wilson." He spoke in a whisper, because most of the others, Including Doctor Betruger were all asleep. He put his hand out in a handshake motion. The man gladly shook Don's hand.

"My name is Brendon Chatred. I think I'm in your division...The special operations division."

"Glad to meet you, Brendon." Don replied, Just as the shuttle began rising from the ground.

"Alright, Everyone, Wake up." The captain spoke through the mounted intercom system. "The thrusters are engaged, Get ready for takeoff."

Don began to strap himself in, Along with 2 other marines, Brendon, And the others were just waking up. The feeling of weightlessness overcame the shuttle as it was now being lifted only by the thrusters, As it moved into a 40 degree angle and slowly crept into the sky.

The trip was to take about 13 days.

During the trip, Don met each and every other marine, There were 10 other marines, Not counting the bodyguards of Betruger. There was, Of course, Brendon Chatred, Who Don found out was a 19 year old Medical Scientist and owned a large company back on Earth, Of course, Highly Trained in combat.

Don then met Morta Synteck, A technician who joined the UAC from the Netherlands. She was probably the most experienced technician on board, With 30 years of experience, at the humble age of 54. She always wore regulation marine clothes, Thick glasses and short brown hair.

There was Jim Stevens, Ex-General of the U.S. Navy, Aged 37, Wearing a green top and jeans, Usually smoking a pipe. Of course, when they reached Mars, They'd all be wearing armor.

Martin Fargoth, The youngest and least experienced personnel on board, Aged 19, Long time friend of Brendon. Regulation clothing, etc. Trim cut black hair.

Cynthia Smallwood, One of the 3 Union Aerospace Corporation Council Members on board, She had thick gray hair and square-shaped glasses, And a gray UAC dress. Aged 62.

Arnold Largon, The Communication Specialist, He could hack, Program, Design, Interface, and build most types of machines. You name it, He could do it. He was very skinny and could barley stand with the heavy UAC body armor he had on. Hair that was obviously spiked upwards by gel, And a stubble beard. Aged 18.

Patrick Jimmings, The only Canadian-born UAC Council member, Also the head of all Aerospace Productions of the UAC, As Betruger was head of science. His face was hidden behind a mask. Aged 47.

Monica Wilson, Surprisingly to Don, His sister. He had not known she had been coming with him. On this trip. She was the youngest non-marine here, Aged 17, She was the second Communication Specialist, Engaged to Arnold, Who ironically was the OTHER communication specialist. She had blond hair and marine clothing.

The third councilor, Who had been the one to recommend the trip to Mars, Councilor Sarah Macey, The youngest Councilor of the UAC, Aged at a mere 32. She wore the gray dress of the UAC.

And last, But 100 NOT least, The Medic. Britney Dawn, The woman with so much medical studies crammed into her brain, She had 10 years of simply reading and going over everything many times, And voted the smartest female in the UAC. She had hair to the neck, A purple dress and glasses.

He had not met the Captain.

This concluded the list of others on this trip, Don also managed to talk with Betruger countless times, Learning MANY things from him. But, None the less, Mars was in sight. The captain came on the intercom system. "Brace for landing. Guns ready. Hurry."

Don, right away, Along with everyone but the councilors, Arnold and Monica geared up for battle. "Whatever was out there, It is going to get fucked up pretty bad..." Jim exclaimed, He, no doubt, Loved to shoot. Being a general of an army could do that to people. The ship touched down on the surface of Mars City, On landing pad 41-C. Everyone was double checked by each other for proper Oxygen Levels, The non-marines going into the cockpit, And waiting for them to leave. The Marines, The medic and the Technician stepped out, Air masks on. With that, The metal doors closed and the ship lifted off again. "We're going to circle around the city and drop Betruger and his guards off at a safe place. You guys meet up later. We will keep in touch via your radios. We will come in if necessary. C-team out, Marines." Monica ordered them from their Radio systems, As the ship was now out of sight into the air, Leaving the 3 marines, The technician, and the medic to fight their way through Mars City.