The Hologram that everyone was watching soon cuts out. All around you stands several carefully selected individuals. An older woman with tied back golden hair wearing a pristine lab coat, and slimming red dress with black pumps, and small wire glasses looks upon everyone. Her stature says she is bored, though her eyes betray her boundless curiosity. She calls your name, and you are taken into a small room. Inside is a small metallic table, and two chairs made of the same metal. Sitting against a wall, sitting in those two chairs are highly trained soldiers. At the center of the table sits a peculiar metal spherical device. With many circular glass disks over it. As you approach the table, the device bathes you in a green light for several seconds slightly blinding you for a bit. 

The scientist soon walks up to you injecting something into your arm that has a faint blue glow.
"You have just been injected with micro machines that will track your physical and mental health, along with allowing you access to the hangar and armory. For now you are free to explore the Helicarrier as you please, as you wait for Creed’s orders. Get to know your fellow soldiers in the project. You can even go pick out any empty room on the second floor," she said as she types away at datapad.
The scientist then produced a box containing an ear bud radio. 
“Also, don’t lose this, it will allow you to communicate with us, and request support from your friends in the field,” they finished with a smile.
She then excused you, and called the next person in. 

Creed walked through the halls of the helicarrier, overlooking the new mechs. In his vision was several images only he could see, which were displayed through his mask. It controlled everything on this ship, and relayed information to him. He was trying to make sure that there was nothing that he needed to tune up. His hands dancing through the air as he scryed through the information. His red glowing eyes darting slightly as he read on. Soon he let his arms drop, and he set a hand to his chin in thought. There were no issues with the mech’s themselves, but there was something else bothering him. He slowly walked away heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat, he was hoping it wasn’t the same gruel they always served. He was getting tired of the same tasteless grey mush.

Saren was walking past people having gotten his shot, and ear bud radio. Memories of the past began their regular dance through his mind, of the monsters that had crushed his parents to death. He’d watched it on the news of massive dog like creatures descending upon them. Like they were nothing, but chew toys. The large lanky creatures of metal, and flesh had two long metallic tendrils coming from their shoulder blades. They’d gone on a rampage after killing his parents, killing everyone in a ten mile radius. He’ll never forget what he’d seen, nor would he ever forgive them.