Since both current players are here, allow me to set the scene...

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Arron and Izzah would both find themselves in front of a set of double doors leading to their new home. As luck would have it, both of the pilots had been placed into a team with four other pilots of varying experience, although for Arron it may have been more than luck, given that his brother was one of the four. The two pilots would know each other at least tangentially from training.

Arron took the initiative, carefully opening the door to his new life and stepping inside. After having scanned the room for anyone he recognized, he spotted his brother, Davian, and went to greet him nonchalantly. "Hey Davian. Didn't quite expect you to be here, as well. A pleasant surprise, though." Arron said and smiled casually.

Arron nodded and smiled in recognition of the Dwarf's introduction. "Good to meet you, Gustav." As Davian mentioned Zacharie, he looked at the skinny guy. "And you too, Zacharie." He said.

'This team should function well. Davian and I have experience, Gustav seems cooperative and nice, and Zacharie seems to be a doer rather than a speaker.' Arron thought to himself, analyzing the people before him and judging their potential. He smiled once more. 'This'll be great.'.

Zacharie managed to pry his attention away from the computer long enough to wave at Arron. "I'm sure it will be, now that you're on the team," Davian said. "Why don't you find yourself a bunk, make yourself comfortable. You're gonna be here a while." Gustav continued, gesturing towards the empty beds. "Oh, and fair warning, there's a Daemon on the team and I believe another was joining along with you. Some of the boys in the other squads are a wee bit racist, just wanna make sure you're not like that."

Criols shrugged. "Dunno. Ya look like a commander to me, yeah? Were you there during the initial waves? You might have heard of a few elite soldiers going rogue, I was one of them. Since you're a pilot, you can't have defected too long after."

Under her mask, Izzah was thinking, her mind turning as she nodded once more. "That's right, I was once a commander... I wasn't within the first waves..." She stopped for a moment her head dropping down. "No, that would of been the rest of my family, I was only recent... Defecting a few months ago..." Izzah admitted, her eyes looked up at the elite once more, truly a skilled fighter if he had the prowess to defect unscathed, Izzah thought, only to have her brain racked as she felt the stopping of the truck, the screeching of the breaks ringing through her head. "I believe we're here..." Izzah mentioned, as she stood up out of her seat. Her size was only really shown then, as she had to duck just to get out of the door of the truck.

Once outside, she sighed, being able to stretch her legs was a nice touch. Kicking up the dirt with her claw like feet, she made a lap around the whole truck at an insane speed, dust from the ground seemingly trailing behind her. Giving one last look back to Criols, she made her way inside the base. She soon found her way towards the double doors, and with one clawed hand she pushed it open, ducking a head inside, only having to crouch to get through the whole door.

Her eyes traveled across the room, seemingly soullessly. Thankfully her nervous looks and awkward facial expression where covered by her mask. Feeling rather misplaced, she raised a three fingered hand, giving a small wave. "Greetings..." She said slowly, as if the word didn't sound right coming from her mouth. It was rather clear that she didn't speak the language.

“Oh, mostly just fiction.” Arron said and raised the book he was holding. The books cover was dark, and portrayed imagery of a skeleton with red glowing eyes wearing an intricate black and purple robe. “For example, I’m currently reading Overlord. Other than that, I’ve got books on military strategy, martial arts, and uhhh... well, a little bit of everything, to be honest. I can lend you one, if you want?”

Just as he said that, the door slowly opened, revealing a daemon. In fact, another one had managed to enter without his knowing, presumably due to his preoccupation with the conversation that was going between him and Zacharie. He waved and was about to introduce himself, before the not-dwarf exclaimed. Arron laughed a little, but went back to his normal state and introduced himself to the female Daemon. “I’m Arron Wrett. Good to meet you.”. He then turned his head to the daemon leaning on a bunkbed. “And to you too.”

"I'd love to. I can find one myself, though, you just go back to your book." Zacharie replied, carefully going through the books until he grabbed a book on military strategy and kicked back in his bunk, opening it to the first page.

Gustav's laugh petered off into a low chuckle. "What's the look for? I'm just joking! Welcome to the team." He let out another small laugh. "I see you already found yourself a bed. That's quite good, you know, you can really tell you're a commander. Took three weeks before Criols stopped sleeping on the floor!" Once again, he broke into deep laughter, along with Davian.

"Hey, gimme a break, I hadn't even seen a bed before I defected!" Criols retorted, obviously in on the joke and with a playful tone. "Anyway, yeah, good to meet ya, Arron. I'm Criols, as you may have gathered. I guess you already know the punks over there... Ya know, now that I think about it, aren't you Davi's brother or something along those lines?"