Colviss stood in the middle of the gathering hall she had called home for the past few months. She watched with stoic silence as the Drogar all around her packed everything up and got ready to move out.
The many racks of weapons and armor all around their temporary base had some of their contents packed into crates and cases. But the majority of them went directly to their deployment kits, and were being equipped right on the spot.
Among them was Felothi, who was wearing a loose slash-resistant combat suit. He attached a number of blood red armor plates over it, and adjusted their fit using reinforced mesh straps.
He slung one of the many standard rifles over a shoulder, slid a MedGun in his thigh holster, sheathed his blade on his waist, then filled his armor’s container slots with all of the ammunition and medication he could carry.