[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181015/49827a1efc5d4084826f027df8b06a5a.png[/img][/center][right][hr][color=gray][b]Divini Muneris[/b]
Barrack-Deck[/color][hr][/right][indent][color=35B82A][i]Well, it beats running down the same halls for years on end.[/i][/color]

Celethe figured that her time to join the Guard would have to come one day or another, yet she hadn't expected it to come so quickly. It was only mere months ago that Celethe had been running up and down the endless hallways of the hive she once lived in, and now she stood among her fellow brothers and sisters-in-arms from Vosmarth. She couldn't exactly back out of her conscription, but Celethe figured having some sort of food on the table was better than going hungry for some time. Offering yourself up for the possibility to die a horrifying death just to eat might've sounded stupid on paper, but Celethe always felt she was lucky.

In fact, it was probably why the brass thought to give her a little edge after training, placing Celethe just above the standard Private within the 1st. Not that being a Private First Class was a big step up the regimental ladder, anyway.

Laying back in her temporary bunk, Celethe stared down the length of the bed and across the barrack deck itself. A runt of a soldier, the strawberry blonde, viridian-eyed girl barely reached the end of the bunk, having to completely stretch her legs out to touch the bottom. If there was anything Celethe [i]didn't[/i] like (outside of military SNAFUs and what not), it'd have to be being mocked for her shortness. The fact that Celethe looked like a boy with her boyish haircut wasn't much of a help, either.

Still, it was something that Celethe had to deal with. She was in the military now, and no one—not even Celethe—wants to be [i]slapped[/i] with disciplinary measures. Those tended to be reserved for morons and cowards, and while Celethe figured herself neither, whether or not that would prove true on the battlefield was another story.

Quickly growing bored of staring a hole through whatever was on the other side of the barrack deck, Celethe had wondered if Mehl was awake. The two of them shared a bunk together, and with the latter being one of the several vox operators within the regiment, it wasn't unusual for Celethe to bug Mehl about his vox-caster. During her time on Vosmarth as a courier, Celethe never had a chance to play around with such a fancy tool, and now she had someone to pester in order to learn all about it. A vox-caster would've made her life a whole lot easier back then, especially with Celethe having to run everywhere just to deliver a letter.

[color=35B82A][b]"Oi, Mehl,"[/b][/color] Celethe whispered, leaning upside down to peer below at his bunk. [color=35B82A][b]"You awake down there?"[/b][/color]

A few seconds of silence passed before Celethe gave up, noticing that the Lance Corporal was likely sound asleep. It wasn't long before their big day, and Mehl must've decided it was best to get some sleep before being thrown into the fire that was the universe's battlefields. Deciding to follow his lead, Celethe laid back onto her bed, closing her eyes to get what sleep she could before the call to arms was given to the regiment as their transport ship carried them to their first battlefield.[/indent]