Welcome to Gaia! ::

Danes nodding, understanding Isaac entirely. If anything, Danes felt confident in stating that he was a very understanding person. It was never difficult to imagine himself in another's place, and to see the world from their perspective. "Good. I like to know you're not just another run-and-gun Heavy. I look forward to seeing your surgical work on the fields of Babylon V."

Now he turned to Arturo. "Born and bred, then... Loving it or hating it? And why are you a Sniper?" Snipers had always fascinated Danes, but he felt he lacked the patience to make sure every shot was calculated perfectly, down to the last centimeter and slightest change in temperature. He was certainly not an idiot when it came to marksmanship, but the delicacy required for those long-range shots was not something the Gunny felt himself capable of mastering, let alone learning.

((Tomorrow, if I have at least two of you on, I'm pushing the plot. Plenty of excitement to be had! If not, I'll delay it another day or two. Also, if you miss anything, I'm doing summaries of every page. Check the Current Situation post on the first page.))

Danes shook his head. "No, I don't believe I will be, Corporal." He looked toward the teeming mass of people and sighed quietly, wondering where other members of his squad might be. Of course, plenty of them could still be aboard the Liberty Evermore, but the Gunny doubted that highly. The marines had been aboard the cruiser for several weeks. Anyone willing to stay aboard without a task demanding that they do so had to be squirrelly or entirely reclusive.

((Tomorrow then. I bide you adieu.))

Mercy looked to the group and sighed softly under her breath. She had seen a few of her team mates around from just passing by but she had heard of Arturo. After al they were both snipers. She knew most of the snipers in her class but she doesn't know them personaly. "Sir sorry sir for not speaking up earlier. Lance Corporal Mercy Davis sniper sir." She said as she stood up straight for a moment.

"You're saying you want to do something with your life before you die, yet you keep sucking on those cancer sticks," Isaac said messing around. Almost everyone he knew smoked, including himself. Isaac let out a small sigh. The squad he was to be working with had now assembled somewhat. More should be showing up soon hopefully. 'We can't be expected to go into battle with a squad of only four people...' He thought.

Isaac was also interested in hearing Mercy's story. Isaac wasn't sexist, not in the least, it was just that he hadn't seen to many female marines lately. Isaac began rocking back and forth on the crate. His eagerness for the battlefield was obvious. He was growing slightly fidgety. Isaac ran a hand through his hair out of anxiety. He was bored as of then, but he knew soon enough this boredom would seem like heaven.

Danes nodded understandingly. He was missing having his own pack on hand as well, but decided against ordering any more. They'd only distract him later. "Very well, Corporal. Make it quick. Five minutes. If you're not back then, there will be negative consequences. Mark my words. Now go. I'm counting..." And Gregory really was counting the seconds in his head, and he really would punish Arturo should the sniper arrive late. He felt that cigarette runs were entirely unnecessary, and as such was putting restrictions on them, and all other luxuries (ie, alcohol, etc).

Troy walke into the room, quickly looked around at everyone, he then noticed several higher ranks including what appeared to be a sergeant, he then saluted them, hopeing that nobody had heard of his history at training, as te worst shot in the class, last thing he wanted was a mark agaisnt him before he had met anyone.