[h2]Celeste[/h2]
The nudging from the rifle gave Celeste a tiny jolt of energy. But it was enough to prevent her from falling asleep again. And a minute or so after said nudging, she stumbled up, taking another two minutes to wake up enough to walk. Picking up her lance and rifle and moving into the intact house, only to drop it near the entrance. She rubbed her eyes as she entered what remained of the kitchen. "[b]Beef? Interesting breakfast option.[/b]" Celeste said in a tone of voice that matched her tired demeanor. "[b]Better than anything I would have expected though.[/b]"

[h2]Skye[/h2]
Skye couldn't help but feel some relief when the man came to recruit them and a guy from the cafeteria. The pale skinned girl she was left to talk to wasn't much in terms of excitement or conversation. And was also glad to be pulled into a squad that needed people, rather than be put in a squad that was over-encumbered. Though the mention of an APC perplexed her, the only combat capable vehicle she had seen on base so far was a tractor with a machine-gun attached to it. [i]How did they manage to scrap together an APC? Or is it simply a truck with some thin metal plates?[/i] She mentally shrugged, knowing she'd get her answer soon enough. [i]First things first, to get my gear together and meet at this APC.[/i] "[b]Alright, I'll get my stuff together and meet ya there.[/b]" She said in answer to the man.

Once she had gathered her gear, she made sure to quickly move over to the APC. Surprised to see it was a repainted Imp APC. "Ya got nerves if anything to have acquired one of these." She smiled at the man. Skye then took this chance to look at the male that was recruited from the cafeteria as well. Fairly frail looking, and made Skye a bit concerned for how he'd fair in combat. But she then noticed the Lancer, probably a recruit from a different part of the base. Looked like she had a fair amount of muscle on her as well, given the fact she was encased in plates of metal.

She could feel the relative unease and general dislike of her. And Skye knew full well why too. Darcsen hate, no matter the degree, was usually present where ever she went. But that's not what was bothering her the whole ride. It was that no one was really talking. Her foot tapping to resonate her unease. The only sounds came from the APC and the surrounding environment. But luckily, someone spoke up, asking if anyone had seen action. "[b]I've seen a bit. Not much to warrant me a medal, or even the right to say I'm a vet. But I was in the army and fought on a front or two.[/b]" She answered, looking at the person. Though it seemed she was the only one to really respond, looking around at the others, warranting a small shrug.