[center][color=00a651][h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=00a651]'At ease LCap. Pleasure to meet you.'[/color] Harald wasn't honestly sure if she was being sarcastic or not; even after purposefully ignoring Carn's insubordination, he couldn't help but feel a little paranoid. The odd flash of dark hair in the room highlighted other Darcsen quietly getting on with their meals, but he was the only one with stripes... No-one could ever say they were [i]honoured[/i] to serve under a darkhair. A cynical scowl crossed his face for a moment, but he caught it quickly. [color=00a651]'Nothing as yet, Reinhardt, was it? Orders will be posted outside my office 0600 tomorrow, muster at 8. I look forward to working with you.'[/color] Dismissing her with a salute, Harald turned back to Hunt as he stared over the papers before him. [color=00a651]'Since when do I get to flirt with anyone? But no, I need to countersign most of these so I can't just dump them on you... sadly.'[/color] The Sergeant picked up the first one and cleared his throat. [color=00a651]'Number one, lost equipment report. Need a list of everything used or lost at Vasel, along with...'[/color] It was several hours before the pile was thinned out and the two men parted for the evening.

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[u]0530 April 17th, 1935 EC
Fort Breda, Gallia[/u]

There was something invigorating about the day's first cigarette. A mug of scalding hot tea and a well-packed rollie could make all the difference when you've only been awake ten minutes. Harald leased a mighty yawn, standing outside the bunkhouse entrance with the air of a man preparing for the longest day. A few of the squad were no doubt awake already and behind him, he could hear stirring bodies of the others. The requisition orders he and Hunt had filled out were scheduled for delivery at 8am sharp, assuming the logistics night shift hadn't been asleep at the wheel. New weapons, new recruits and a real, honest-to-Valk medical kit. Whether or not they would be allocated a trained medic to use it was another question... He glanced down at his chest, wondering if said kit would have made a difference in saving his own lung... Probably didn't matter anyway. Instead he half turned back into the bunkhouse, casting a flat look over the sleeping masses. [color=00a651][i]'... Hands off cocks, on socks![/i] Wake up, wake UP boys and girls, it's a beautiful morning for some PT! Squad 4, assemble out front in... 180 seconds! Latecomers will have double PT, so get a move on!'[/color] As the squad scrambled out of bed, the Sergeant took a leisurely walk back to his office to finish his tea.