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(1) Anna: New emplacement

        "Private A. Crews?" I woke from my slumber on the floor. I did not know really how I ended up sleeping on the Canteen floor, but I did. I lifted my Stenson to reveal a tall, handsome man. I checked his shoulder. Realizing his rank, I jumped to my feet, hand to forehead. He stood there, studying me. "Judging by your salute...Grunt maybe?" I nodded. "Good." He stuck his hand out for a handshake. "Sergeant Major Heroré Campion, you're emplacement is on Crew Deck-H, Sector-7, Room 14 Ok?" I boldly shook his hand, nodding my head.

"Yes sir."

"Good, good. You're Squad Leader should be in the room waiting for you ok?"

"Yes sir." It was the only reply I could come up with, it was all clear enough for no more questions.

"Ok then." He tilted his head, hinting for me to get to my quarters.

"Oh, sorry sir."

"It doesn't matter kiddo, everyone is nervous on their first emplacement." I scowled. Nobody calls me kiddo. I saluted again, then turned and trotted off to the place I was told to meet my team. I knew I would get a lot of Cocky Non-Commissioned Officers around the area.

        The door slid open nicely, state of the art automatic doors. Very expensive, but worth the...

"Whoop...look what we got here Corp'...Little Miss Soldier has entered the building." A call from my room sent my eyes darting towards the owners chant. Spotting the man, I charged towards him and pinned him down to the table of which his gambling was being held. "Woah, take it easy Private...just a little Banter...plus, watch the rank...." He pointed to his chest, revealing a Private-First Class rank. Shit...what had I just done. I released him from his table and he burst into a laughter.

"I apologize, Englishman..." I sneered back at him.

"Hey, there is a boundary of name calling Private. Be more careful or we can pull you before your first assignment."

"Or she could pull us!" Fucking Irishman from the back room. I would've made my move, but I held myself back from attacking another Grunt higher up the System.

"Don't mind the Corp', Adams can be a bit inappropriate...take it as a compliment."

"I'll try to keep that in mind before shoving my fist down his throat next time..." I threatened.

        Once I settled my bags down, another approached me. The same damn Englishman again. I sighed, and waited for him to throw some sexual comment towards me, but he avoided that. He decided it was best to get to know the 'Crew' before we took off and our I.C. arrived. By 5 minutes, I gotten to know Pvt-Fc M. Saunders and Cpl J. Adams well enough to know that I could be able to deal with their sick humor.

        "Six Romeo One, At attention." Suddenly, we all launched to our feet as our I.C. entered. "Stand Easy. Now, looks like you bastards are stuck with me. I'm Major Post. No need for first names." A smirk came from the outside of the room. "Now, I do see a bunch of horrible ape's here. Although, I can sense that most of you, or maybe even a few of you can show me your fitness on the daily courses set out whilst we voyage onto the flight pattern. Ok?" He waited for no response. "Good, then it seems like I got the disciplined bunch." As he was leaving, he turned and faced right at my bunk. "Now everyone strap in, takeoff in 2. At ease."

        "God that man is stubborn, isn't he?"

"Yeah, but who gives two shits? Better than a sloppy one, I say." I commented as we all strapped into our pods. We were to enter a Cryogenic pod for at least 3 months before being reawakened for training. This will be fine. I thought. Nothing can go wrong, a few years on a course then back to Earth safely.

Status: Successful Take off. Entering Crew Hibernation Phase....