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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jaeden" data-source="post: 2619001" data-attributes="member: 34974">Julian follows, but is very quiet; resolved... A large part of him wishing he were being chewed by Col. Willingham back at Langley right about now. His stomach still roils with nerves, and he allows himself a tiny, fleeting smile as he realizes he felt much the same whenever he got called to the principal's office as a kid. He realizes he'd rather be there, too.As they reach the locker rooms, he feebly looks for one with his name on it before realizing that he wouldn't have one -- he's not on a Stargate team. So much the better. Finding an empty locker, he begins shoving his personal items into it - not even having a lock to close the metal cabinet with when finished. He shyly changes into a spare uniform he finds -- it's a size too big, but wearable. He hadn't had to change in front of anybody since tech school, and he preferred it that way. He won't speak unless spoken to, and assuming there are separate changing facilities for men and women, he'd be in there alone with the Colonel... Not exactly the person you want to vent your fears to. He'd just have to suck it up. One thing's for sure - if he had access to Fred Unger right now, he'd be on the business end of one of those Zati'ranoel or whatever the heck they were... Damn recruiter, talkin' about, "Oh, you'll never see combat... Nice cozy desk and the fastest computers around... Perfectly safe." Jerk.</blockquote>