Hearing the call, John quickly headed towards the bridge. This was going to be the first mission for him in a while, so his excitement was taking the best of him, letting his imagination run wild regarding what kind of job and equipment was going to be needed, hoping this was not going to be his last task either. That pesimism would probably take a toll on him someday...

As he reached his destination, he saw he was the last arrival so far. Great, arguably late, that was going to be felt in his paycheck. "John Evans, reporting for duty." He said as he stood next to the team and saluted. 

The faces one saw in the UNF never stopped surprising the young Evans. People of all races, sexes and even... Degrees of cybernetics, joining for one cause. Or perhaps, just like him, looking for a place to belong. Seeing the pile of files near his superior, John imagined the info about the machine he would pilot would be there. Considering he couldn't spend as much time at the hangar as he hoped, he wasn't up to date on the conditions of the vehicles and Valkinai, making this meeting slightly more important to him than ussual.