The Long Journey Home

[Arthur Campbell]

Arthur strolled around the ship content to take in his surroundings eventually winding up in the mess hall due to the flow of people.

			I guess I better find my squad, I wouldn't want to give a bad first impression by being late

Alexander was his captain, now if only he could remember what he looked like...
He spotted a giant of a man, clearly sitting, but even so matching the height of most of those around him. He remembered now.

As he headed over he smiled wryly. They were complete opposites, his own 5'10 height, deeply tanned skin, and pitch black hair, contrasted sharply with his captains'.

As he reached the table and sat opposite Alexander he pulled a loose salute.
"Arthur Campbell reporting in sir"

 

[Aleksandra Zhukov]

"Very nice to meet you all, naturally I am aware of your names, but if you could remind me so I can put faces to them I would appreciate it"

"Hi I'm Alexandra Zukova, You're J.D Tsuba right? I Read your thesis on cross astronomic pathways and stellar mapping while I was at Tokyo U, amazingly written and your calculations were sublime, I was doing Linguistics at the time but I always wanted to be in space Tell me..."

Alexandra continued to ramble for a while about galactic phase shift and gravitational tilt.

OOC: A conversation I'm sure Mr Tsuba is well capable of holding as well.

After a while she remembered her surroundings.
"Oh hello Misha, same squad eh? That's a surprise. I didn't honestly think you were cut out for space." She said teasingly "Is our squad leader here yet?"

 

[Mikhail Zhukov]

Yes nice surprise indeed.

			NOOOOOOOOO!........NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

 

['Ghost']

As he walks towards the mess hall, Ghost takes in all his surroundings. Learning his way around and remembering all the details of the multitude of corridors. His meeting with the commodore still fresh in his mind.

Upon reaching the mess hall he spots three figures whose faces match those in the files he was given. He walks over stands by the table, rests his hand on the table top and leans in.

My name is 'Ghost', I'll be your squad captain. I'll be perfectly clear and I expect you to remember this as I will not repeat it. As your captain I expect full co-operation without second guessing, if I order you to run you run, I order you to engage you engage. *His face turns stern, his empty eyes taking in each of the three members* If I order you to leave someone behind you leave that person behind.

This is not the academy, nor is this a pleasure cruise. I will not hold your hand through this. If you fall behind expect to be left behind.

			They look green, even náive, I hope I'm wrong

Taking a step back he stands next to the squad members. Any questions?

 

[Aleksandra Zhukov]

"Sir, No, sir" Barked Alexandra snapping to attention.

			He seems a little morose, but what would you expect from a grizzled veteran. At least he seems to have a high level of professional standards.

 

[Alexander Bauhdric]

Alexander looked up as Arthur approached, and recognised his face from the file in-front of him. A smile appeared on his face as he brought his hand up to salute the Englishman, standing up to greet the experienced explosives expert.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr Campbell! I am Alexander Bauhdric, youngest of the Bauhdric family; but my youth is no disadvantage to me, for I am no less privy to the excellent genetic and moral fibre that has been passed down the Bauhdric line for generations!

He tilted his head up, a proud look on his face; and any observer could swear that his military jacket was about to split due to his flexing pectorals. Regardless, he held his hand out for Arthur to shake, a rather firm grip greeting any brave enough to accept his offer, his eyes gazing into Arthur's with a proud stare

Tell me, have you seen the Morrissette's at all? I hope to meet them before we have to get into launch positions. They will be your fellow Landsknecht's in this enduring and highly competent squadron!

 

[Arthur Campbell]

Arthur took Alexanders' offered hand and slightly regretted afterward. Removing his hand from the Germans' vice-like grip letting no sign of his discomfort show.
The pleasure's all mine. As to the location of the Morrissettes I am unsure.
He paused to regard his captain
I have to say though it's been a while since I've been a member of shock trooper squadron. How do you intend to command us may I ask?

 

[Alexander Bauhdric]

Alexander let go of Arthur's hand, content with his new squadmate's integrity for now, before sitting down.

"I intend to command you well, Arthur. I hope that you will trust me to make the right calls, and to protect you in the heat of battle. In return, I promise that every muscle of my being, from my unassuming-yet-hardened deltoid's to brilliant and bold biceps, will be primed for the very purpose of keeping you all alive, and give you the time to perform your own duties to this ship!"

He almost seems to be resisting his own better nature, his impeccable muscles almost constrained by the hardy uniform he felt he had to wear, burning to tear free from such obscuring frivolity.

"As far as stratagem is concerned, I need to see the rest of the squad before I know for sure. However, the records suggest we have a good mix of demolition experts and tactical appraisal. I plan to make the most of those advantages."

 

['Ghost']

*Turning towards Alexandra*

So the report I received informed me you are a close combat infiltration specialist. Care to elaborate on that? What skills do you have? What experience?

His eyes never leaving alexandra's for a second, Ghost has seen enough to know when people are lying or trying to impress. He intended to get a measure of all his squad, ensuring maximum mission success.

 

[Ray Ray]

"Ey, Ah, That'd be Morrissette in the singular for now..."
Came a voice as Raymond entered the room, map in hand as he checked he was indeed in the correct place. The part of the conversation he'd overheard certainly seemed to confirm that.
"Mr Baudric and Mr Campbell, I presume? Raymond Morrissette, pleased to make your formal acquaintance. You haven't seen someone who looks exactly like me walk this way, ey?"
He had a somewhat muscular, though strangely androgynous build; him and his as of right now missing sister, truly were completely identical apart from gender (and even on that front, it was still difficult to ascertain) For all they knew, 'he' could easily be Rey herself.

OOC: Yes, 'Ey' will feature at the end of pretty much every question. I will endeavor to be a Canadian stereotype.