[center][h1][color=gray]Cadet Jay Jindaal[/color][/h1][/center]

Jay barely slept, he tried to but all he got were short naps. He was too amped up, too excited. Aura's advice kept going over in his head, he wouldn't disappoint her. He was in the barracks, a combination of beds, sleeping bags, and hammocks. Jay was able to snag a hammock, which wasn't too bad. The barracks here was smaller than the ones in training, the whole facility was small, the hangar being the largest part of the base. It was obvious this place was only a temporary solution, all OS personnel ready to move at a moment's notice. He dug in his bag and took out a photo of his family, staring at it for a few moments. He hadn't spoken to them in nearly two years. He shook his head and put back in his duffel bag, turning over in his hammock. He couldn't afford to get distracted.

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A few sleepless hours later, Jay suited up. He adorned the pauldron and knee pads assigned by supply, grateful now for the protection should his cockpit be breached. He slammed his 1911 into its thigh holster and made sure his knife was securely in place on the left breast. He considered covering the OS Valk symbol on his uniform but dismissed it with an arrogant little smile, he wanted the enemy to know exactly who he was if caught. Jay made his way into the hangar about an hour before anyone else and began to prep [b][i]Fury[/i][/b]. He nodded to the various soldiers and technicians making their way in and to his fellow teammates, catching sight of Neil he managed a smile at him and chuckled to himself as he passed, thinking of his [i]balls deep[/i] statement. It was nice to have a joker on the team to lighten the grimness of the Captain and other pilot. Jay himself wasn't a grim person, despite his demeanor. He was just quiet, he appreciated a light tone. After making sure Fury was set and ready to go, he looked to Neil, who was climbing into his own Valk. He climbed into [i][b]Fury[/b][/i] and booted her up. Jay engaged communications stating [b]"This is Cadet Jindaal, requesting the callsign of each pilot. Mine is Skull, as designated by Ordo Sanctus Battle Command." [/b] Knowing it would be quite a trip, he slid in a holo-disc into the player he secretly had installed. The system shut off when communications were engaged, but it was nice to listen to something other than the many noises of [i][b]Fury[/b][/i].

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