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[color=Silver]	The instant response and cadence of the blonde woman instantly showed a million stories in simply its presence. Aleyev had seen his fair share of recruits, veterans and brothers on the battlefield and just by their ways of speech you could instantly understand whether or not they were settled into the war like they were born into it. For Naomi, her voice sounded as if she were conceived straight out of the steaming cauldron of the Fuhrer's kriegsmaschine. Though despite this, she still held quite an elegant stance and did not slant over the weight of this war's burdens. It was strong individuals like her that Aleyev was more expectant to see, but some of the younger individuals all around him made him once again feel sceptical of what was to come. Still, she did seem to have a minor sort of banter with him, though Aleyev honestly could not differentiate whether she was being serious or not about owing her a favor. But the grim reminder of Britain made him wonder if she truly knew the state of her home? At least she accepted his handshake, though.[/color]

[color=Red][b]"A story like that may sound indifferent to one another, but I pay attention to each detail. I can guarantee, Naomi, you and I have been through many different hardships that are incomparable to one another. We cannot forget that everyone has their own tale, no matter how similar it may sound on paper, as we cannot generalise the faces of the fallen to nameless casualties. It's what will bind us, yet draw everyone further from one another."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]She was somewhat right about how everyone's stories were as similar as the last guy's, but he really felt that it was the small variations, factors, characters and settings of each of those individual backstories that truly made each of them special in their own ways. A few South-Eastern natives of the Asian nations were present in the ranks; that meant that they could be driven by their annexed nations. If Naomi knew, she would want to murder every [i]Kraut[/i] she could get her hand on, which somewhat terrified Aleyev mentally. He didn't want to see good people descend onto the levels of the Nazi Regime. Already too many comrades of his own had become violent, hysterical and dehumanised themselves into mutated monsters of their own accord. Revenge's lust was quite a tempting, yet dangerous, tool to hold.

	Naomi held quite a calm demeanour when sighing, looking away upon mentioning Atyre's name. The name was obviously familiar as it was the very man he'd been following since the Squad's name had been given to him. Atyre was the stuff of legends, a maniac with an amazing track-record of inventions useful for the war effort. He remembered hearing about how all the plans for his own [i]experimental gear[/i] was of the Spanish descendent before being Russianised for his own use. He hadn't seen it yet either, but knowing the scientist himself, it was going to be one outlandish creation that no one could anticipate. A small smirk came upon his face before he continued his speech.[/color]

[color=Red][b]"I think the whole world owes you British, not just us Russians. But in the end, everyone owes each other the prize of camaraderie and cooperation at a bare minimum. As for the...[i]Krauts[/i], I guess those are the Rats of Europe. But to use them here is much safer than against the Germans. In Europe, large battles will force us into submission quickly. We need to be certain that we have the downtime and assessment periods to use what we have effectively. Plus, I wouldn't be too hopeful for the Rats to make an appearance. I overheard some officers talking about garrisons of Spanish, Italian and German foes further inland..."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Suddenly, a whistle blew from the windows of the carriages. An officer, much like the ones before, held a cap out and called for all troops to head back into the train as soon as they could. It was time to head off already. At least the crew of this railed-beast knew how to work fast when given the chance. That fact made Aleyev feel a little bit more at ease with the world. Without hesitation, he placed a hand onto Naomi's shoulder and gave her a joking wink of good luck before letting go and making his way back into the carriages. It wasn't long now. They would soon reach the border...[/color]

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[color=Silver]	A gentle tap of a gloved hand against his face brought him awake and back into the world of the living. No longer was he wandering around the ethereal fields of dreams and nostalgic thoughts. Before him, a woman in glasses stared down at him sharply and ordered for him to stand up. A small second of hesitation led for Aleyev to watch outside the window, seeing a completely different setting to the one he was used to. Sandbagged walls and thin concrete perimeters were all around them, whilst some rundown brick buildings with cracked glass lay directly opposite to the viewing glass. A large sign, spelt out in Russian, English, Chinese and other various text templates he was yet to discover read out: [i]'Matupi Headquarters'[/i]. Outside, many uniformed and oddly dressed individuals began to walk around the train, unloading heavy crates and other small pieces of equipment.

	Aleyev slowly rose to his feet and followed the masses outside, where another burst of fresh air stroked his facial hair and eyes like the gentle caress of a loving wife. The heat wasn't as harsh as it was back in India as the nights were settling in. Artificial lights and spotting beams were spread across the encampment. Odd uniforms unlike the rest. It was clearly obvious that they were not in Matupi, as that was halfway into Burma. However, it was definitely an Indian camp known as the same name, as it was clearly the one preparing for the operational spearheads into the fallen Burmese territory to reclaim it from the Japanese. And with that, he sighed, looking out into the distance to see French, Indian, Vietnamese, and mostly Russian troops all gathering around and walking into separate buildings. Looked like this was the start to a new batch of hellish months. He hoped to God that it would stay nicely. With that in mind, he was directed towards a temporary tent and ordered to prepare for sleeping, as the next few days would prepare them for their first deployment into the lands of Burma.[/color]

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