[center][h1][color=800080][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=800080]"Your morning well-wishes have been acknowledged and reciprocated. Thank you, Ava,"[/color] Ethan responded to the AI concisely, as usual. Ethan rose from the bed, taking a five-second break that he had actually recorded on his schedule; the same schedule that was planned to account for nearly every second of the day he spent conscious. Ethan briefly glanced at the next task on his schedule, though he already had it memorized.

	After Ethan spent a small duration of time dedicated to making his bed, he walked to the next designated location on the schedule in order to do his morning exercises. Ethan's daily exercises composed of a collection of different, yet standard exercises, at least by spartan standards. By the end of the various exercises, Ethan was breathing heavier than before, but his composure did not change from prior to the physical exertion.

	As was Ethan's expectations and intentions, today, his position on the leader board had been displayed in the low-thirties. He had calculated that, at his current increase in strength and other various physical values, he would get to the twenty fifth position in exactly one year, seven months, two weeks, and three days. This was satisfactory and met Ethan's standards, thus, he moved on towards the next destination he was instructed to attend: the mess hall.

	Ethan proceeded to enter the mess hall. Without even acknowledging that he was aware of the other Spartans' presence, took a look at the order of the chairs in order to find the destination of his own chair. After creating and navigating a path through the crowd of Spartans to get to his own seat, Ethan sat down. 

	Ethan allowed his thoughts to wander into various possible problems he could end up facing in future missions, and how he could solve them. However, once the loud speakers turned on, Ethan gave his full attention to any and all further announcements. It took a couple of hours of Ethan sitting stationary, but he walked at a decent pace to his position when his name was called, [color=f9ad81]"Spartan #643."[/color]

	Ethan made it to the stage fairly quickly, and stood near the man who was sorting the teams. When he made it, he was told his position on the team, [color=f9ad81]"You will be filling the role of tactical."[/color]

	[color=800080]"Yes, sir,"[/color] Ethan stood at the indicated spot that had been marked for the tactical Spartan. Ethan was satisfied with being the tactical member, and even anticipated his placement as one.