Edwin always hated public actions, may it be celebrations held by his family or army parades, he had always felt like an idiot, standing there and looking representative. He wore the official uniform for the first time after many years, and it didn´t feel quite right, despite being tailored, especially for him. It have brought bad memories back and made him recall experiences he´d rather forget. But there he was, taking his part in a very expensive, interracial project with no lesser goal than the defeat of the greatest threat sentient life ever faced. Dozen years back, he would wet himself just to get the opportunity to do something like this. 
Now, he was way more sober about such things. So he just stood there, as straight and professional as much as he could.
 His new commander (how much he hated that dammed word) was a good speaker. He made a good point there, appealing on a same goal and enemy, saying all the things that common people want to hear. Edwin didn´t care about such things. For him it would be enough if man just said "Stand together and fuck reapers," and nothing more.

The ship looked at least as high-tech and expensive from the inside as from the outside. Edwin had only very basic understanding of spaceships, but even he could tell that this ship top class.
At first he just wanted to wander around, see what things ship has to offer, but sight of three strange figures caught his eyes. A turian, volus and a krogan. It sounded like a start of a stupid joke, but from what he had heard, it was his new team. Edwin did not know if he should laugh or cry. He chose the middle option and introduced himself. [b] "And I will your fourth musketeer. Edwin Bellard, in all his grace." [/b]