[b]"Lieutenant Byron here will be assuming command of 1st Platoon and he has the details of the next operation. Carry on, Lieutenant." [/b] The Captain dismissed himself and the atmosphere lightened up a bit. The formation broke into a loose gathering -- the newcomers on one side and the veterans on the other, sizing one another up. Neither group appeared particularly satisfied by what they saw, but that was life in the rim.

Vannin leaned over to the nearest neighbor ((anyone who wants it)) and whispered, "Is he even old enough to shave?" He was sizing up the lieutenant. "He looks like a singer."