Upon the shutdown of the robots mid-fight, West frowned under his helmet. "Darn..." His frown quickly flipped when he realized what he remarked out loud. "Oh well. They were shut down because we were dominating. I can live with that." He then holstered his Battle Rifle alongside his Sniper Rifle and jogged out of the training room.

West realized that he didn't want to carry his rifles 24/7, as they were pretty unnecessary outside of training. He decided to go to his assigned quarters to store them away. When he entered his room, he liked what he saw. It was painted the State colors of his namesake, which he happened to like. His knife was painted the same colors, after all. Old Gold and Blue, treit and true. He smiled as he stored his rifles in the weapons locker in front of his bed, against the wall. He held onto his magnum and knife though. They were less cumbersome, and he always felt safe with at least a pistol.

Hood then proceeded to lock his door behind him as he left his room. "Time to meet the competition." He said with slight enthusiasm, and went off to socialize with the other recruits while he awaited his AI.