Tadia jostled uncomfortably. As one of the "Veterans" she stood near the rest of them. Some people looked up to the veterans but it was nothing special. It was seeing more death, she had seen more than anyone else. Some joked that her death count was higher than that of anybody elses, she was yet to meet whoever started that joke but for their sake she hoped they never got hurt. Though of course she would actually help them it wouldn't be much of a threat if she didn't [i]pretend[/i] that she wouldn't. 

Truth be told every moment out of the infirmary was a moment wasted in her eyes, these were new recruits yes but they didn't need the pomp nor the ceremony that isn't what the life was about. This wasn't the Empire where everything was shiny and new, this wasn't a recruitment drive and it certainly wasn't the old Republic. It was the [i]Rebel[/i] Alliance, they could call it what they will but they were all Rebels and pretending otherwise was just a waste of time. They wouldn't always be rebels, hopefully, but why sugar coat something terrible? 

The worst bit was the new Lieutenant. Could they not promote someone? Fresh blood on the front line was likely to end up on her table if they were lucky. In fact the previous lieutenant was still in the morgue as they were trying to find some family to send the body too barring that the body would be released into space. She shuffled again uncomfortable in what were now undersized clothes, probably from one two many washes (and yet they still had blood stains on them despite them being her dress uniform), and just waited for this farce to be over.