[center][h3]CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS[/h3][/center]

Finally, some amount of relative safety. As much as there could be during a planetary invasion, at least. Sagan sighed in relief as the squad reached the FOB at last, finally able to relax. He let the rest of his people head out first, reaching inside of his cockpit to pull out his last Rip-Gel. The caffeinated energy gel for at least long enough to get out of his cockpit and start coordinating logistics with the support staff. 

An hour later and throroughly exhausted from pulling double duty after a battle to sort out the 7th's noncombat-related organization moving forward, Sagan stepped out of the command tent and made for the quickly set up barracks, intent on catching as much shut-eye as possible before they were slated to deploy again. Unfortunately, his dream of adequate, healthy sleep would be completely derailed by the soldier in his way that he was obligated to check up on, if only for propriety's sake, if nothing else.

[b]"Rook."[/b] He grunted towards Braide, nodding. [b]"First real engagement, huh? How're we holding up?"[/b] He fished in his pockets, offering the rookie another caffeinated gel. [b]"Considering it's too late to pull out now, I'd give you the same advice I'd say regarding the Rip-Gel: save it for when you need it. Without a chaplain, I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Need your shit squared away as much as possible before combat again, kid. Don't be afraid to use the resources available to you, myself especially. So I'll ask again: how're we feeling?"[/b]

[@TaintedMushroom]