Servác eagerly snapped a salute, partly because of his general eagerness to be ‘soldier’ also partly because it allowed him to get away from the others a little, particularly that strange red-haired man. The blond German was also a lot taller, around 15 centimeters taller, but at the very least was a kind of person he had previously known about. Same thing with the other Slavic soldier but the red-haired man, he wasn’t sure about, he was not particularly pleasant, not in a way like he was rude but Servác wasn’t sure he liked him.

In general, he wasn’t very comfortable around any of the others. It wasn’t like he particularly disliked any of them, it was more an intimidation factor. Being far younger, shorter and lacking combat experience made the others seem more than just physical giants. In any case, he hurried out to grab his equipment before going to the truck. 

Checking his pack Servác looks to make sure everything is still there.  Some tools for the truck, nothing that would help in any major problem but they were small things for small problems, his trenching spade and some spare magazines for the standard issued weapons. Picking up the weapons Servác head out to the truck presuming nobody stops him, he doesn’t both to load the weapons at that moment, he had a truck to make sure was ready.