Orientation! (Prota Members)

[Sir Galahad]

Prota's newest recruits would receive a summons to meet out in front of the main Barracks.

[Gunslinger]

Daniel is there, standing at attention!

[Novocaine]

Nova's in a slightly looser pose, but still standing professionally.

[Sir Galahad]

Out would walk a Man he would inspect the two that showed up and check his schedule. One was missing...

"Hmmm..."

Was all he would say.

"So, this is what I've been sent to work with, huh?"

Then he would smile a large genuine smile. Bowing he would say.

"Greetings, The name's Roy. I will be your Squad Leader backslash Handler, it will be my job to assign you missions, and supervise you during your training. If any of you need any assistance with anything, whether that be personal, or professional, please don't hesitate to ask. Also, I am willing to assist y'all in training to help you get stronger."

Roy would let his words sink in as he looked at his clip board writing down a few things. He would look up to make sure that Ms. Frost still hadn't shown up and sigh.

"Any questions for me?"

[Charlie Frost]

Frost ran at her own clip, she was neither hurried, nor was she taking her own time. She was pacing herself. The tattoos that decorated the pale skin of the silver headed woman gleamed underneath the sheen of sweat that dripped around her. The exercise had likely taken far too long but Charlie was never one to allow herself to fall down on keeping fit and doing what she was supposed to. Working out, being strong, being the best. That was what she strove heavily for. It was no big surprise when she finished and grabbed up the bottle of water to take a drink someone came up to her.

"You're supposed to have reported like five minutes ago."

Finishing off her water before she even got a reply out she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. The taste of her own salt and sweat heavy on the pink flesh there as the silver headed woman stared at the bearer of bad news. "Hmm, all right, I should head that way then."

She didn't hurry, she was already late and the punishment would likely be the same regardless. The distance between where she had been working through the course and where she needed to meet her new Commander was not that far. She hoped that she would still be able to work with her brother, Bravo, but she hadn't seen him in a while and figured that they had been assigned to various different places. Still, there was always hope at some point. She saw the other two already there, and a man speaking to them. Her eyes, silver in color, flickered everyone that was present before she stepped up to the line. She was not in full uniform. She was currently in a sweaty sports bra and her military issued cargo pants. It was clear that she had been working out this morning.

"Apologies sir! Frost reporting." she said quickly letting her silver eyes look right into the Commanders.

[Gunslinger]

Daniel never stops from standing at full attention, looking straight ahead.

"No ques-"

He's cut off as the other woman makes her way to the gathered group, and his eyes narrow.

....tardiness....

[Novocaine]

Nova gives the latecomer the side-eye but focuses back on Roy.

"One question: can we expect any more interruptions or are we ready to start on what I assume may be some form of assignment?"

[Sir Galahad]

"Ah! Miss Frost. I'm glad you were able to join us."

Roy would hold up a finger to Nova.

"One moment Miss Vivienne."

With that Roy would clear his throat and turn to Charlie.

"Greetings, The name's Roy. I will be your Squad Leader backslash Handler, it will be my job to assign you missions, and supervise you during your training. If any of you need any assistance with anything, whether that be personal, or professional, please don't hesitate to ask. Also, I am willing to assist y'all in training to help you get stronger."

Then he would smile.

"Do you have any questions Miss Frost?"

While he waited for Charlie's answer he would turn to Nova.

"I have no new assignments for you at this time. I am merely here to introduce myself, and for us to get to know each other. Rather, I would like get to know each of you better."

[Charlie Frost]

She didn't give two shits about the side eye from the other recruits. Congrats to them for making it on time, kudos to them for their brown-nosing efforts and what not. She was here, she didn't really give two fucks if she was a few minutes late. It wasn't as though she had missed anything important, that she knew of, and if she had, they would either inform her or she would have to catch up quickly. It was something that she was used to. A genetically created and modified soldier. They probably knew it by looking at her, she and her brothers had been the ones from The Nine, and they had been something that had been rumored and talked about for a long time. Silver hair, silver eyes, tattoos all over. She knew that it was easy to pick her out.

Again, no shits given.

Viv had questions, and she was told to wait, so he could introduce himself to Charlie for a moment and the woman stood at attention with her hands behind her back as she looked at her new Commander. She hoped the other two weren't going to slow her down. They could judge her all they wanted, that wasn't going to bother her what so ever. When the man finished he went back to answering Viv's question. They had no new mission. Then what the FUCK am I reporting for? Charlie didn't like her time wasted but it didn't show on her face.

"No questions, sir." she said quickly her eyes forward as they were supposed to be. The fact that this was a get to know you kind of thing was frankly a waste of time. They would die, she would live, it was simply how her assignments went. Getting the warm and fuzzies going never seemed to do anyone any good. But, every commander had their little plans and she supposed this was Roy's.

[Gunslinger]

Daniel stays standing at attention, waiting patiently.

He does, however, notice how the instructor repeats himself word for word in his greeting for the new arrival. Was it part of his conditioning? A side effect of his augmentations?

...it's enough to make Daniel lost in thought, for the moment.

[Novocaine]

Nova scratches the back of her neck with an inaudible sigh.

"I see. May as well get that done, then. What do you want to know?"

[Sir Galahad]

Roy would smile. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, that was good!

"Well, first I'd like to know what each of consider yourselves to be the most skilled at and why."

He would say as he flipped through a couple pages on his clip board before readying his pen.

[Gunslinger]

"Gunfighting."

Daniel answers without hesitation.

"I've opted to train myself to use my handguns at all ranges, from close quarters to far distances. I also have extensive knowledge in the art of war thanks to my family."

[Novocaine]

"Close quarters are where I perform best due to my fighting style. My Qi gives me a good amount of range as well, though I prefer to use it to get closer to my targets."

Nova demonstrates her Qi by removing the bandaging from her wrists and controlling the movement of the threads.

Well, Daniel made a good point about skills learned from family so...

"I'm a good tracker too, I come front a line of Reclaimers and they taught me what they know."

[Charlie Frost]

What were they good at.

Her eyes shifted to the male, he was good at gunfighting. Mostly hand guns. She shifted over to the woman as she mentioned that she was more combat ready and her Qi allowed her to do those kinds of things though she preferred to use it as a distance. She went about and showed some of her Qi, though the other one didn't. It was interesting, these different personalities and how they all played together. Charlie wasn't sure they would get along, but apparently it wouldn't matter. What actually mattered was that they would be able to work together.

She supposed it was her turn.

"I am one of the Nine." The name meant something, she knew it, she was highly trained. Created to be a solider. It wasn't family, it wasn't her Qi that made her apt. This was her life style. She lived, breathed, and worked to be a soldier. Her silver eyes blinked and the lashes glistened in the sunlight briefly for a moment before she continued. "I can shoot, I can fight, and my Qi is best at close ranges though when it's in effect my senses are heightened. I am more hand to hand than I am ready with a gun, but I'm also a good shot." she gave a shrug of her shoulder. Her body was covered in muscle underneath the tattoos that had decorated her skin for a long time.

"And you... sir?"