[center][h1][color=fff200][i]Training Day Zero[/i][/color][/h1][/center]

        [center][b][i][color=ed1c24]BRRRzzzzzTTT[/color][/i][/b] [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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[color=fff200]"Good morning to you too Ava..."[/color] Daniel rolled the covers to his side as he sat up on the side of his rack to take a look at his schedule for the day. [color=fff200]"Hand-to-hand, Lockdown Paint, lifting, and finally running. Sounds like a typical morning. Time to go to work."[/color]

All activities were scored under a point system that ranked each Spartan against eachother. Daniel's scores didn't put him vary high on the score board compared to his other brothers and sisters. Hand-to-hand combat was completed with 0 hits delivered and 0 hits taken. Lockdown paint was completed with only assists. It was as if he barely even tried to score points. The only place he seemed to win at was during running events. It was as if he would dissapear. While everyone was breathless after crossing the finish line, he was sitting to the side taking a nap as if he never ran. [color=fff200]"What took you guys so long?"[/color] he grinned at his fellow Spartans as they jogged back to their rooms to shower up before 0800 came around.

Entering the mess hall just before 0800, Daniel could see that most Spartans were in their seats waiting for an assignment. Strolling over to the seat marked 259, he sat down in a relaxed manner. He looked over at the person sitting next to him to inquire about what was happening and was informed about the fact that they were splitting up into squads. Hours later, Daniel was called over to take  his place. [color=f9ad81]"Spartan 259, you're filling both the Ranger and Pathfinder role for this squad."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Seriously? Both roles? I figured you would make me just a Ranger, but I guess you guys up in Ops recognized my talent as a Pathfinder as well. But is the budget so bad that you can't make more Spartans? Man, what is up with funding these days? Oh hey guys, nice to meet you. You can call me Daniel, or Dan, or "Legs", or the man. Whatever you prefer really."[/color] As the man ignored him and left, he introduced himself to his new squad mates.