The lieutenant commander had been sitting still and silent for what seemed an eternity when Commander Scott stood up and started talking. Rory admired the man, a good leader; a natural leader. Dad would like him, he thought absently. His attention snapped back as the Doctor who had worked with Rory over the past few months began speaking. Rory liked him too-the Doctor had given him weapons and abilities that far surpassed anything he might be able to achieve on his own. This is good for your career.., he could hear his dad telling him...
"Right, then." Rory stood up as both commander Scott and the Doctor finished there introductions. "So I know the Doctor here and we all know the Commander." Rory paused;suddenly self conscious about addressing the group. He was by no means slight, even in the thin military greys he was wearing now, but he was not accustomed to speaking to groups of people he did not know.
"I don't know any of you-I don't think I do anyways. But my name is Rory Phayne and I'm a heavy weapons specialist. That's it. No fancy tricks or bouncing around behind enemy lines. Just put me in front of something and I'll make it gone-No questions asked. When were in the thick of it you can count on me to back you up."
I could tell you how I'm career military and my family has been for generations-but I think that's probably the case for most of us-Uh that's it. I look forward to working with you all." Rory, visibly sweating now sat down awkwardly and waited patiently for the next introduction.
