[h1][center][color=6ecff6]Training Day Zero[/color][/center][/h1]

[center][color=ed1c24]BRRRzzzzzTTT[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."[/color][/center]

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Cynthia rose from her bed with a loud yawn. [color=6ecff6]"Morning, Ava..."[/color] Training room, hand-to-hand, lockdown paint, the usual. Cynthia was not looking forward to the lockdown paint. After her morning routine, Cynthia started making her way to the mess hall. She didn't bother looking at the leaderboard, in her opinion it really didn't mean much, compared to others who saw the leaderboard as some sorta hierarchy. When she made it to the mess hall, it was like everyone in the facility was here.

She sat down by her serial number and asked one of the others what was going on. Apparently, everyone was getting split into a squadron, in the back of her head she was really hoping for a team who didn't see her as a muscle bound idiot. When she heard her serial number be called, she stepped up to take her position. [color=6ecff6]"Brute... Figured as much..."[/color]