[u][b]Adrianna Hosten and crew[/b][/u]

"For fucking Valkyrie's sake ya didn't need to hit me that hard Natch." Grumbled a dark-blue haired tank crewman as he followed the driver up to where Adrianna was standing and waiting for her crew to fall in, with a third large burly  man following up from behind. The tank commander inwardly sighed as she began to realize Natch might be the blessing of the bunch.

"These the rest of the crew Natch?" Adrianna inquired, mentally grunting at the lack of another woman in her crew. It was gonna get tight in a three-person turret with this set of oddballs.

"Yeah, thats us. Private Reiner. Loader, engine-starter, backup machinegun operator madam." Commented the Darcsen, not even remotely trying to disguise how unmotivated he was to be present, with his uniform fairly disheveled and with a pack of cigarettes tucked into his rolled-up sleeves. Adrianna could tell he was doing to be a problem of the idle mule kind, even for a Darcsen. But maybe his limited role in the tank would keep him out of the way.

"Don't mind mister sourpus here, ma'am. I've seen him on the practice grounds, he can do his job just like me. Private Joey Parker. Gunner." Greeted the bigger man who stood a full head taller than her and offered a hearty handshake to his commander. "Ain't no cat on the 75 better than me."

"Spoken like a true FNG."

"Dog, I may be new but I know my stuff. Aced my tanker practicals. Anyway commander don't worry about me or mister dark-n-gloomy. Just keep me pointed at the right target and I'll do my thing."

"Good to know private." Adrianna replied, noting the man's strong grip even when being gentle. Her gunner seemed credibly earnest, though his lack of combat experience was still a issue. It seemed indeed she was the only veteran, such as it was, among this crew. A hell of a start, especially compared to the battle-scarred tank parked nearby. "Alright, straighten up and get ready to fall in. Lieutenant's gonna call up soon, so pocket those smokes trooper. Natch, can you get me the tank's charts? Maintenance logs?"

"Yeah yeah." "Yes ma'am!"

Rolling her eyes at Reiner's antics, but without time to give the man the proper dressing-down she'd give to any slacker in the mines, Adrianna instead turned to meet the rest of the squad as it was forming up. Given how the higher-ups of the squad were already there, might as well offer her greetings to the leaders she'd be working with before diving back to dealing with her oddball crew.

Stepping next to the girl that just came in with a number of bruises already on her face, Adrianna fell in line and saluted as well. "Lance corporal Adrianna Hosten, tank commander of Bravo-one-one reporting sir." After dropping her arm, it was only then she noticed how the person she was standing next to held herself oddly. Like someone who was trying to walk off getting hurt on the job. Was she another veteran? Or something else?

"Hey, you alright trooper? You look like you've been through a lot."

[@Poi]