Claudia looked up from her PADD with a start as the Landcrawler landed heavily in the anchorage. Quickly stowing the device in her knapsack as the hatches opened and the gangplanks extended to the quayside, she felt like she was fifteen again, adorned in her slightly oversized dress uniform for the first time, waiting for the [i]Hauptmann[/i] to appear so she could report for duty. She couldn't remember the [i]Hauptmann's[/i] name, only that he was a rather nasty looking badger who screamed at her for five minutes because she bent her elbow at the wrong angle when saluting. Looking down at her own standard issue fatigues, now lightly coated with dust from the landing of the Landcrawler, she wondered if that old grouch would have had a conniption at the sight of her standing here, horrifically out of uniform, yet waiting to reinforce one of the best units in the entire LDF. Smiling slightly, she kept a lid on her pride as she scanned the disembarking crew for the Colonel.

She didn't look for long, quickly spotting the eyepatch and the prosthetic arm from a distance. A far cry from the crotchety old [i]Hauptmann[/i], the Colonel had the unmistakable look of a true leader, a man who spearheaded the charge rather then barked orders from the rear. It was men like him that reminded her of why she decided to fight for Landren in the first place. Wulfram demanded that you fight and die for the glory of Wulfram. Landren asked you to fight for something much greater then that. Respect welled up inside of her as she approached the Colonel, and she snapped to attention and saluted along with her fellow trainees.

"Trainee Claudia Hildebrand, reporting for duty [i]Herr Ober-[/i]....Sir!" she announced, mentally kicking herself for slipping back into her native tongue. Still a rookie, Claudia, still a rookie.