[h2]Second Platoon Common Area, Deck 4[/h2]
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Ibus always hated space travel. He much preferred being on the ground, travelling on foot. Thus, the eventual arrival of the platoon aboard the ship prompted a sigh of relief from him. His fresh faced subordinates followed him out of the ship that had transported them here, scurrying about.

Most were dressed in their utility uniforms, being obviously less weary than their counterparts which occupied other parts of the deck. They hauled crates, bags, and all other sorts of containers from the transport to the quarters of which they were authorized, each talking amongst one another about various topics.

Ibus had already claimed his quarters and had just moved in his belongings, beginning to settle in. Needless to say the arrival of the Sergeant Major was of great surprise. Trad's experiences with Company Sergeants had rarely gone well, and he had nary a high hope for this encounter. As Ibus met eyes with the gruff and experienced senior enlistedman, his posture faltered.

"Sergeant Major Jax, I presume?" spoke Ibus, in his calm, well-mannered voice as he raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Aye," replied he, "First off, I'd like to welcome you to the the Keep, Lieutenant."

"Glad to be here." remarked Trad, a slight grin forming upon his face.

"The Commandant has requested you to the briefing room. He's formulated a plan for the next op, and he wants you and the other platoon commanders there to be briefed as soon as possible."

And there it went. The grin dissipated, replaced again by the blank scowl associated so often with commanding figures. "Understood, Sergeant Major. I will depart momentarily. Just give me a few seconds to offload my gear," the Lieutenant stated, placing the unloaded A280 he had been carrying upon the table of his quarters as the Sergeant Major departed. He then removed the rucksack from his person with another sigh, running one of his hands over the light stubble patch upon his jaw.

He stepped out of his quarters, speaking up to the platoon sergeant, Krok Upard, as he made to depart. "I'm heading to a briefing on one of the upper decks. Hold down the fort for me, eh?"

Krok nodded and cracked a smirk, and then the Lieutenant was off again, clad in his officer uniform, opting to trade his ballistic helmet for a field cover as he passed by his hard-working subordinates, on his trek to the briefing room.