Henrik would have preffered to take only his guys into the fray. Rather than having an additional twelve marines clunking around down there, he would have taken just twelve Marine Raiders down. They traveled light compared to a standard Marine. They were equipped for CQB and tight quarters fighting. While their armor wasn't thick or made for direct incoming fire, they were trained to move fast and hard to catch the enemy off guard and by surprise. But, he knew command was anxious about what they were going to find. " Alright ladies and gentlemen, light and tight. Expect close quarters and lots of hiding spaces. Keep your spacing tight, and overlapping fields of fire.... Orders are to take whatever intel we can get our mits on, and bring it back to the King. If you think you shouldn't touch it, ask. If you think you can, still ask. I don't want something in a tight space going boom, or worse... Reaver boys, I want four of you up front, rest bringing up the tail. Given most of us are lightly armored compared to you heavy bastards." His comments drew a few chuckles and comments across the comms in his helmet, both from his drop ship and the other filled to the brim with UN Marines. He was lucky enough to be the officer on duty when the call for a unit to hit the ground came through, so he gathered his unit and was gifted a standard marine squad and a squad of Marines in Reaver power armor. His own equipment was lighter. A tactical rig with a plate up front and behind over a vac suit. His breather built right into the tactical rig that was covered in pouches of various sizes and shapes. His weapon clipped into the rig itself on his chest. Holding true to the 'light and fast' aspect of a Marine Raider, he was not heavily armored. His armor was only meant to protect vital organs and the likes, just like the rest of the Raiders in his dropship. Some time after they settled into their couches and buttoned up their helmets, they were on the way down to the surface of Ganymede. The lack of atmosphere meant that they were in for an easy ride down, but the pilot made sure they knew that this wasn't exactly a low priority mission, going over a few G's to make sure they were the first down on the surface. They landed, harder than he expected. The door opening to his drop ship to reveal the other vessel landing directly beside them. The ramps opening and the Marines flooded out, weapons at the ready. " King, this is Raider Actual, we are on the surface. Good signal on the suit cams?" Without waiting for a reply, he reached to the camera mounted on the left side of his helmet, gently tapping, smiling to himself as he did so. He knew a high level officer would be watching in on it all, but didn't mean he lost his sense of humor in all of the chaos as of late. His gaze moving back and forth as his Marines spread out across the landing platform to make a perimeter. Attention falling to the airlock door. Followed by two Raiders he approached the airlock slowly. " Any intel on the airlock, King?" Waiting for a response, he examined the door along with the control panel on the right size of the door on the frame around the Airlock. " Richards, talk with the King to get this door cracked. Ask nicely. If it doesn't budge, crack it or cut it." A Raider moved from the side, slinging his weapon and drawning a few components from a pouch on his chest, a few wires and screens making their appearance as he knelt down in front of the screen on the door to begin doing as ordered. It was always good to keep things light during combat, despite this not being a combat situation. Cutting the tension kept everyone feeling a little better and less anxious. The last thing he needed was a Marine spraying a rock full of holes because it was shaped like something they thought to be hostile. " Alright, change of plans...Second squad, stay back and keep the LZ secure. If we need to get out of here, we need a safe extract. First Squad is with me. Two Reaver's stay back with Second Squad, the rest with me... Four of you heavy SOB's up front, identify your targets. Fire only if fired upon. Last two Revers bring up the rear." He was doing his best to make sure they stayed focused. But, given the past couple of weeks, everyone was on high alert and their trigger fingers itchy. Hell, even he'd admit his own trigger finger itched a bit.