[center][h2]Cpt. Saiyako[/h2][/center]

	As the light flitered through the fluffy clouds of dawn, the captain awoke from his "bed" and rubbed his eyes before running it through his hair, he could feel how dead and dirty it was as his arm stumbled around for his helmet. As the sun bounced into his irises, he sat up and stretched his neck, turns out that sacks full of whatever wasn't ideal for his body. Who would have thought?

	Saiyako called out for Oni, no response. Another call, no robot came. Cursing as he stood up and stretched, he looked down on to his datapad and sighed. Causality counting time was always [i]fun[/i]. From a preliminary look, about 4 people had been taken out last night, oh how much fun it would be later on when he had to write up the paperwork. Stretching once more and looking into the sky, he couldn't help but smile at the sun; the air was so fresh, so clean, there was no smoky oder or lingering chemical scents that he had gotten so accustom to back on Fuso, not even the parks had air this natural.

	Turning his head, the Fusan gazed once more around before opening up communications, his voice crackling through the radio, "Erm.. attention all member of the First Recon, line up at the front of our barracks for line up or something..."

	The man noted two things as he stood up: one, his radio must have gotten damaged some how, it didn't crackle that much normally and two, it seemed that his horrible sleep was affecting his ability to captain-ing right. Not that he ever really did that all too well.

	Fumbling with his directions for another minute before just sort of stumbling down the paths and trenches as other dashed to and fro in a flurry of uniforms and bandages, Saiyako tried to find his way. It seemed that many soldiers had the same idea as him and where passed out on the sideline in varying stages of being awake. Pot holes and craters still smoldering from what he presumed to be stray fireballs as the sound of vehicle recovery crews pulling back a metal husk of a Thorgrim broke the morning winds.

	Turning the corner, he found his soldier already standing in front of their barracks in two rows. Seems like they do a better job than he once did when he was at their level. Yawning as he began to sleepily sound off names, he let his mind wander about all sorts of trivialities that would no doubt get him a mouth full should anyone know. "Alright all of you gents, and ladies." Saiyako loudly mumbled (seemed like his throat was still asleep or something), "Your orders are to remain in that boxy-thingy until I get some more orders or something... I need some coffee..."

	Lazily saluting them, Saiyako once again wondered away, waddling a bit duck-footed as he went off his merry way. Wandering about the camp toward the general direction of the his quarters, wondering where the fuck Oni was once again.