Kyrin nodded and got up as Vull left the premises. He looked to the rest of the squad and sighed. They a obviously had different methods, and Kyrin had already proven himself to be the asshole of the group to the monk who had been meditating. He didn't let it get to him- he would have plenty of time to mesh with his squad mates and understand how they functioned. As his instructor said, he was representing the ascendants - him and the other ascendant, actually. Though the Lord's words did spark a long forgotten question that Kyrin always used to ask himself: "Why [i]am[/i] I an ascendant?"

Realizing it wasn't exactly the best time to idle about and question his existence, Kyrin fastened the straps on his twin pistols, ensured his sword/sniper was sheathed properly, and headed towards the shuttle. He smiled; he didn't know how to pilot the thing, but man did he love flying in one. It almost made him jealous of the stories he heard of Monks soaring among the birds. As he entered the aircraft, he immediately found a space to sit and relax. He was still somewhat buzzed and the flight would be a perfect time to get lost in his mind with philosophical bullshit that he subconsciously knew was a bunch of bologne. Besides, he hadn't made the best of impressions, so socializing wasn't something he looked forward to. He just wanted to get the mission over with and get back.