Chapter Two: The Squad
Five soldiers sat on their bunks in one of the barracks, the group consisted of Private First Class Terry McKenzie, Private Sarah Morse, Private Thom 'Tommy' Novak, Private Jack Carter and Lance Corporal Veronica Jaxx.
"Hey, mate." Terry spoke up as Tommy listened. "I'm glad we're not on that expedition you know." He said. "Hearin' about that kid who can turn into a Titan and that just doesn't seem right." Tommy shrugged. "I dunno. I just got out of training, slapped straight into the reserve forces." He said quietly.
Colin stepped into the doorway of the barracks. "Alright Chicks and Dicks, listen up!" He addressed the squad. "We've been assigned a mission." The majority of the squad moaned aloud. "A few days ago another squad was sent on a scouting mission ad went dark, sending off a signal flare. We've been assigned to a search and rescue op."
Jack sat up, alert. "When do we leave, like, Sarge?" Colin folded his arms. "Six. Tonight." Jack was clearly not happy. "Bollocks!" He shouted "Match starts at seven. Utgard FC versus Dauper. This is so effing bone!" Terry wasn't pleased either, beginning a rant about the importance of the football game. "We're neck n neck in the table, Sarge: its' us or them!"
"Does it look like I care?" Colin said. "Gear up, we'll be leaving ASAP."
/Sometime later…
The squad stood in the armory, collecting jackets and 3DMG harnesses from lockers. Once that was done, they took to the Maneuver gear that was set out on the crates for them. Picking up spare blades and fuel tanks, Colin packed them into large duffel bags and slung one of the packs. He had the spare fuel, Morse would have the spare blades and Terry would have food and water provisions.
"Alright people stack em and pack em." Colin said as he sheathed a pair of swords and headed for the exit of the armory. "Lets' go."