"Fucking hell." Galahad grumbled as Setzer drove their shitty truck over yet another bump in the road, waking him from his half slumber in the shotgun seat of their borrowed military truck. "Borrowed", was one way to put it- Galahad had convinced his father that he and his squad were taking a trip into the countryside at the behest of the Royal Family, and required transportation that wouldn't bring too much attention to themselves. While his father was somewhat suspicious about the idea of the Royal Family sending a squad of rookies- because even if they were the best of the best, they were still just 'rookies'- as opposed to a trained detachment of WARDENs, he eventually relented, and conveniently 'lost' one of his supply trucks from what could only be written off as logistical inefficiencies. Even with Rassvet's relatively small military, when your supply chains got long, things got lost. Another lost truck wouldn't hurt anyone [i]that[/i] much.

Incidentally, it all worked out, Galahad had been shocked when Zimmy had told him that she had invited near a quarter of their class out and needed transportation for some 50 people, nevermind obtaining food, water, and booze for them. So Galahad was relieved when the final headcount was just their squad- despite the meager turnout, it meant that it was a lot easier to obtain the necessary supplies to keep some 8 olympian athletes properly fed. Just like the old days of swords and knights and steel, the only thing that held back the WARDENs was food- with almost all of them being the pinnacle of fitness, with a large portion of them being even moreso; each and every single one of them required ridiculous amounts of calories to keep them going.

Taking his feet off the dashboard, Galahad watched with mild amusement as Setzer slammed his fists into the radio unit before it started working again. "Its a good thing we don't have to return this." Galahad mused as he adjusted the dialer on the radio to make the voices more clear. "With the light where it is I assume we're almost-"

[i]Turn Right.[/i]

The car swerved to the right, throwing its contents over to the left, Galahad snatching the fondly named "oh-shit" handle by the door to keep himself upright. There was a general chorus of displaced and disatisfied squad members in the back, likely resulting in spilled drinks and fallen gear.

"There."  Galahad finished his sentence with some manner of finality. To confirm his statement, Setzer turned his head over and yelled at the contents of their truck bed. That meant it was time for Galahad to switch out, Sidling himself out of the front seat, and into the rear chamber by the door, Galahad returned to the bed of the truck, only pausing to bump fists with Gideon as the man took his place in the shotgun seat. A few minutes later, the crew had reached their destination and the squad began dismounting and unpacking their gear- mainly booze and food. 

Several of their companions regarded the forest they were camping out at as "creepy", it wasn't homely, sure enough, but it looked no different than the forests they did land-nav and field exercises in, granted, it seemed considerably less walked through, and the abandoned lodge probably added to the aforementioned 'Creep' factor. Galahad stood next to Theta as they watched Zimmy bound around on top of the trees. Using magic like some sort of pseudo firecracker, she set off a few flying, exploding, flashing things, the loud pop from the explosion echoing through the empty woods, with only the sound of a couple startled birds to reward them with. He also noted with mild amusement as the somewhat drunken girl fell to the ground without her usual gracefulness. 

While not terribly interested in the idea of large and bright explosions himself- most WARDEN mages were capable of fully eclipsing conventional fireworks with little more than a snap of their fingers, he understood the appeal of them to others. Taking a flask from the inner pocket of his leather jacket, he took a swig of whiskey. It was good, the strong spirit sent a small warmth into his belly with the slight taste of honey. The whiskey was a personal supply from a cask of the Quaid family brewery- his father fancied himself a whiskey snob, and bought a orchard and brewery midway through his military career. If he didn't make it in the military, he could always retire and be a brewer, Galahad figured.

He tossed the flask of honeyed whiskey towards Setzer, among their merry little band, Setzer was one of the few who appreciated the taste rather than just guzzling everything down. Granted, Setzer also enjoyed guzzling everything down.

As the others went about their tasks, Galahad waved Trent down, it was time to undergo the extremely important tasks that only mages could do- the very complex but tediously dull setting of perimeter security and lights. While they didn't have to worry about enemy forces creeping up on them in the night, they [i]did[/i] have to worry about animals, large and small, getting into their supplies. The security charms were time consuming and difficult, but all of their supplies were in one place, putting up lights on the other hand was extremely simplistic, but they had a lot more lights to place, including the abandoned overgrown lodge.