Nathan Hall stands at attention as the Arbiter begins to bark orders at all the new troopers around. He regains his composure and gets into rank and file with the rest of the group. The group begins to follow the Arbiter, perhaps to their demise. In actuality, they followed him onto the ship where they went and got themselves accommodated with the quarters. Yes the place was damned small and Nathan saw that, but that didn't stop him from grabbing a bunk immediately. Leaving him alone from the group as he went to set his gear down. He looked up to the others, giving them a big smile. One of his crazy smiles, the ones that got everyone in shit. Especially at the cafeteria.

[i]"Well well well, the Emperor has formed the greatest unit ever to grace his graceness!"[/i] He says standing up and raising his arms up to everyone. As if he were praising the fact that they were just set up in a penal battalion. [i]"Redemption!"[/i] He says as he breaks out into a hearty laughter as he echoes into the hall some bit before he cuts back a bit. Clearing his throat he sits back down on the bed, picking up his Las-Carbine. Examining it as he inspects his new weapon [i]"So... How do we use this piece of the emperor? Does anyone know?"[/i]

He asks as he now places himself down on the bed once again, carbine in hand as he manages to take the magazine out of the carbine before he places it down beside him. He looks up to the others that are in the room with him, a grin growing on the man's face once again. This was just a sign of whats to come, an uneasy aura seemed to project itself out from Nathan Hall. Maybe some felt it or didn't because one thing was for certain. In the days to come, hell on earth would change these soldiers. 

For better or for worse.

It was anyone's best guess, but these soldiers - Nathan especially. 

They play for keeps, with everything to lose.