[h2]Celeste[/h2]
"Jeez, two more, both male. They certainly aren't the mountain of muscle that is our mechanic but still.." Celeste mumbled to herself. "I just look like a twig compared to them." She became somewhat fidgety, moving her lance around, or adjusting her uniform. She wanted to look her best, or at least try to look her best. Celeste secretly hoped to impress one at least, and thought stepping up after the Sergeant's introduction of the squad would be her best bet.

So, Celeste did just that. Stepped forward, and did her best to look confident. Though admittedly, her emotional ruse wasn't very solid. "Like the Sergeant said, I'm Corporal Celeste Stichler. I was this squads only Lancer till now." She looked at the new Lancer "You make that title no longer available." She joked.

[h2]Brenna[/h2]
Brenna stared off into the distance. Doing her best to stay out of conversation. She paid no mind to being mentioned by the Sergeant to the newcomers, and continued to do so as they made jokes about their job in combat. She saw no value in socializing with people who might die, or if she died. Some would say she's cold hearted, heartless, and a few choice words. She really didn't care too much now. She currently felt no real reason to live. All of her hard work probably burned for jokes by Imps. She'd kill as many as she could before she died. 

After some time, she felt it necessary to check her weapon, and proceeded to do just that.