A/N: Wow it's been such a long time since I even attempted to try and continue this story, but since my other fics are getting that many reviews (am I really that bad an author?) I decided to go back to my roots since this was the first thing I ever posted.

The room was seemed to be completely filled and the noise level was so high that Derik had to step back. How the hell am I supposed to find anything in here let alone one person he thought? He moved slowly back into the bustling building, scanning the crowd in a vain attempt to find a person he didn't even know what looked like. All around him he could hear bits and pieces of a hundred different conversations at once. The whole experience was overwhelming to the young cadet, but he was determined not to let himself down on such a simple little job as finding your roommate. He stopped off to the side and leaned against the wall, when he noticed a trio of older boys walking towards him. The apparent leader of the group was a grinning brown-haired young man clad in a worn flight-jacket. He was the first to speak to Derik.

"Hey, newbie my teammates and I couldn't help but notice that you look like you're a little lost." He said, the other two nodding in agreement. They had obviously noticed Derik's wide-eyed wandering throughout he packed hall. A wave of nervousness flashed over him, he had heard stories about the older cadet and pilots hazing the newcomers.

"The food is over that way." One of the other two said, this one a slightly-overweight greasy looking fellow.

"Shut up, dumbass, he's obviously not looking for food! Is that all you think about?" He chided the shorter man. He turned back to Raj and flashed that wide grin again. "Now tell me what are you looking for?" Derik blinked a couple of times before he spoke again.

"I'm looking for another cadet by the name of Kibitz, sir" he said.

"Whoa hold on, don't call me sir, it's an insult, but unfortunately I don't think I know anyone by that name." He glanced back at his two comrades, who each shook their heads negative. He put a hand to his head and concentrated, before his eyes lit up with a thought. "Oh wait, now I remember! I overheard someone talking and he said his name was kibitz, he's sitting over there" He motioned toward one of the tables at the opposite end of the room. "Short guy, kind of mousy looking, has glasses. Derik thanked the boys and walked off. He intently looked over the table, inspecting each person sitting there, in his attempt to find his missing roommate. One in particular caught his eye, a boy with light brown hair that perfectly matched the description given to him by the older cadet. Kibitz was sitting by himself and by the way he was acting it wouldn't have mattered if he was by himself. He was simply eating, not bothering to talk to any one around him.

"Hey you, Kibitz!" Raj called out, and at the sound of is name being called out the now-scared looking cadet froze complety.

"What do you want?" he managed to squeak out nervously.

Derik laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you Anthony, I'm your new roommate, Derik Raj." Derik smiled as pleasantly as he could as he extended his hand to the skittish Kibitz. He seemed to inspect the hand and consider if he should shake it or not for a few seconds before he finally did.

"Pleased to meet you, Derik. I apologize for the way I reacted; I'm not quite used to this whole ordeal yet." He returned Derik's smile. "Have you met Faith yet, oh is she something else."

"Yes, I have but aren't we supposed to four people per room?"

"I, I guess so, but the fourth guy has gotten here yet." Kibitz removed his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back in their place.

"Oh well." Derik sighed, "I suppose he'll show up sometime. I have to unpack, so I'll see you later Andy."

"Goodbye."  The young cadet turned and exited the mess hall. Two roommates down and one to go he thought. What luck, one was a bubbly hottie and the other a jittery mouse, he could only imagine what kind of character his next roomie would turn out to be. He couldn't complain however, because soon he would be at the controls of a mobile suit and in the end that's all that really mattered to him. It was his life's dream to pilot a MS in the military and maybe one day become a good enough pilot to be chosen to join the illustrious specials. He always would imagine himself fighting alongside his idol, the legendary Zechs Merquise. He would be as good as him one day, and there was not one thing in the universe powerful enough to stop that dream from happening.