A kind of welcome (Second Team)

[Chambers, T.]

0815 Hours, August 4, 2542 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \
Berthing Area, B-Deck, aboard UNSC Vengeance,
in slipspace en route to Zeta-Zorata System

Tom had made his way back to their berths after they'd had breakfast and he'd managed to grab come chewing gum, he was going to try and give his smoking the flick, he was sure it wouldn't hold it was a bad habit he'd picked up from the marines that had been responsible for saving his life from the covenant, he managed to get through boot without it but he'd taken it up again once he'd been assigned to his first unit he'd picked it up again and hadn't been able to stop, it wasn't something he was proud of but everyone had to have their vices. He'd also helped a particularly stuck naval crewman with a malfunctioning door, it was amazing what you did and didn't forget sometimes, luckily for both of them it was fixed before the young ET had to tell his chief he hadn't finished. 

The morning so far had been waking up from cryo and briefly meeting their new fire team leader, now it was time for the longer and usually louder, though he'd also learned Corporal Faust had a thing for yelling in his brief time, not that he was worried he was here to do his job, eliminate the enemy and most importantly to him hopefully not die in the process, not that he was confidant in that, he'd gotten off pretty light during his war so far, hopefully he'd get lucky and only get minorly injured every now and then avoiding the bigger more deadly kind of injuries.

He entered first squad's berth paying the necessary respects as he made his way to second teams racks, it was time for the proper introductions to begin.

[Mihaylov, D.]

Dmitrii worked his way across the ship after chow, learning directions like any new guy would. He followed the people who knew the way. Thankfully he had sat down with the veterans of first team and it was an easy follow to get back to their squad bay. He walked in behind PFC Chambers, glad he wasn't going to be alone in the team room. The room itself was small and cramped, but for now the privacy was better than hanging out in the common area with every other new guy who wanted to be known and seen. As comfortable as he was with talking, it was still obvious that his english was poor and he didn't want to be busted on for his accent all the time.

"Back home, breakfast is much later," Dmitrii said as he walked in behind Chambers. "I get best waves at up sun."

Moving over to his foot locker, Dmitrii set about pulling out his armor needed for the next operation. Nothing had been announced, but it was unlikely they would get a day of sitting around to get to know each other. Marine welcomes usually consisted of team exercises like the simulators or whatever idea the team leader had in mind the required physicality and a boat load of suck. Making sure his armor was in order was a good first step to show he knew enough to keep a team leader off his back.

"So, we plan for sims or gym?" he asked no one in particular.

[Edward, Z.]

Edwards took a bite out of a protein bar that he took from the cafeteria. He had went back to the birth to let Chambers and Mihaylov have space, knowing fully that they had wanted nothing to do with him and didn't blame them one bit. He knew he was knowledge wise he was miles behind everyone. He sighed and took a bite of the bar and flipped a page in his book.

When the Door opened and the two men entered, he sat his book down. He sat there on the bunk waiting to see what the plan was. "So, we plan for sims or gym?" Mihaylov said openly to everyone in the room which was just them three. "If my vote counts, the gym?" He put his book next to the pillow and hooped off the top bunk.