James stood at ease off to one side of the others, having not been formally introduced to the squad, or even into as it stood. Stepping forward, he clears his throat just loud enough to be heard. "Sir, La-sorry, still adjusting to the new rank. Private First Class James Hunt reporting to duty. I've been attached to the Militia until further notice from command with the regular army." At least, that's how Captain Riserre had put it when he'd personally handed James his orders to be sent to the Militia. He'd also happily informed the former Lance Corporal of his demotion, which made James groan at the thought of another six months of getting his rank back. Upon his arrival, he'd been assigned to Squad 4, who was resting and preparing for the evening muster and briefing.

So in the interim, he'd set to figuring out who was the commanding officer of Squad 4 so he knew who to report to and found that he, unfortunately, couldn't find anyone that knew. One of the lieutenants even said that the captain hadn't assigned one to them yet. As he stood there waiting for a response, he began to wonder why. [i]Maybe he's going to take command for himself?[/i]