[i][color=f7941d]Today's the big day.[/color][/i]

Scott carefully examined each soldier in the room, or more accurately, reexamined them. One by one he had previously met each of them, so he already knew much about his team. Despite this, a certain uneasiness loomed over him as if drawn vicariously from the others. Though he had gotten to know the seven of them, they had not gotten to know each other. The sight of them was something, alright; though most of them were about the same age, most everything else was different about them from their physique to their posture and even the clothes they wore. It was a hop-skip-and-yard away from the matching uniforms and robotic salutes of the infantry he usually dealt with. Nevertheless, Scott was still in charge. He had led entire divisions of forces against the JFA, but the question that remained to be seen was whether he could effectively lead a spec-ops group comprised of similarly skilled agents. There was only one way to find out, and no better time than now. Standing up and moving to the front of the room to face the rest of his team, he addressed them thus:

[color=f7941d]"Well, we should be hearing from Overwatch soon, but in the meantime we need to do something about... this."[/color] Scott gestured around the room with his hands, calling to attention the awkwardness that he knew they were well aware of. [color=f7941d]"It may be silly but we need to break the ice. The sooner we get to know each other the better off we'll be. Now, I hope you all remember me but in case you don't I'll go first. My name is Scott Riley, and I'm a former commander for the EMA's armed forces. Oh, that reminds me... you're past ranks mean nothing in this unit. Now, the chain of command is 'lowest number is in charge', which means I'm always in charge. Even if I'm not there. Don't get me wrong, there's no superiority complex going on here. If everyone does as I say then there won't be any problems, it's as simple as that. Beyond that, we are all equally important gears in this machine. You've each been selected for the same reason I have, so you already have my respect. Just try not to lose that respect."[/color]

After a short pause he realized that he had gone off topic. A short cough into his fist later and he retraced his steps. [color=f7941d]"Right then, I'm Sabre 02, my specialization is versatility in all fields of expertise, and I will be leading this team. I have a younger sister, both of my parents are dead and my brother died in the line of duty. I have no wife, nor will I ever if I stay here long enough to die first. I enjoy listening to music in my spare time, and my favorite color is red. I look forward to working with you."[/color] Pointing at the man who was sitting next to him in chair number 3, Scott declared, [color=f7941d]"You. Stand up, you're next."[/color]