The scramble for food was not as bad as Andrew had feared. It might have helped that he had gotten here relatively early and knew exactly what kinds of food would last better out in the field the others. The same applied to getting his equipment and ammunition together. Good advice and first hand experience was a wonderful thing it seemed. 

Still, that didn't stop Andrew from taking the time to make sure that his lancer was in working order. Considering that the army tended to hog all the good stuff for themselves, it wouldn't be surprising if what equipment the militia got stuck with was defective... A paranoid precaution that was indicated as the trigger on his lancer broke when he tested it out for the fifth time. Cursing under his breath as he turned to head back towards the armory to yell at someone for a new, working trigger when he spied someone that he had met earlier that day that was apart of his new squad. Raising his hand and waving to get her attention, he called out in a voice loud enough to be heard by those nearby "Corporal Stichler, make sure you check your equipment carefully! Just found out my lancer had a defective trigger. Rule number four of surviving in the militia: If you're sharing an armory with the army and they get first pickings of the equipment, assume everything that gets left behind is defective in some way until proven otherwise."