Burn was doing what he did best...
Sleeping.
He enjoyed sleeping alot since they got home. There never was enough sleeping when Dallas was around. But shit, it was fun, so he rolled with it.
The loudspeaker roughly awoke him. It took him a second too register what happened. But when it did a huge grin took over his face.
"We're goin back out! F*ckin sweet!"
A shower and a quick bit of clothing later and he was good to go.
Out the door and striding quickly down the metal halls...
Ares stepped out into the hallway as Burn marched past, falling in beside him. He looked as if he too had been sleeping heavily and awoke at the announcement, but had skipped the shower and spent a good deal of time just waking up or getting dressed.
"Round Two, eh?" Ares says, giving Burn a nudge. "Team Coppertop Killer ready to report?"
Hawk quickly dashed from his room into the hallway, nearly colliding with Burn and Ares before managing a skidding stop.
"Woah, sorry..."
"This way to the training hall, right?" he quickly fell in line with them, not waiting for an answer. He rubbed his hands together in a mix of excitement and worry.
"This is it, I can feel it. My first mission. My chance to finally prove myself!" he said, half to himself.
"Oh, uh..." Hawk wipes sweat off his palm onto his shirt before offering his hand, "Name's Hawk. And yeah, I've heard alot about the Schehera... Sche... the Shez." He grins brightly. "And I can tell you there's no other ship I'd want. Well, except for the Neb, but that'll never happen." He laughs, somewhat sourly.
San had already been awake when the announcement was made, and was in the middle of searching for her other boot, which irritatingly she could not remember where she had kicked it off the night before. She finally found it and pulled it on, leaving her room and nearly walking into the other three.
"What's wrong with the Percy?" she said simply to the one she didn't recognize, a new recruit, it looked like.
"The Neb is a valuable ship, and its crew is indisputably gifted and skilled," comes a voice behind Ares, Burn, and the younger fellow, Hawk.
Standing at around six foot, a black man with a scarred face stands behind them. His outfit consists of the rags that most soldiers of Zion wear, with the exception of a belt that ties a battered old katana to his waist.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Hawk," he says. "I am Mors, First Officer on the Shez."
Rounding a Corner, The burly Barbarossa has barely a split second to react before The party of five nearly run into the man. The Older four halt in time, although the fifth, the one Barb did not recognise, continues walking- Directly into the Camouflage clad man. Looking at Burn and Ares, Barb Cracks a smile and asks "Would this one be yours?" Gesturing at Hawk. Shaking his head and moving to walk besides the others, he continues "Lets hope this ends up being a little less exciting than some of our Past experiences!"
((Sorry for the doublepost... my connection hates me tonight.))
Hawk is a bit overcome by the sudden large group of people, causing him to walk straight into a man decidely bigger than himself.
"Sorry... not my day..." He mutters to Barb, before turning to regard Mors. "Truly an honor, sir. I hope I can meet your expectations for a crewmember, sir."
Then his attention makes it to San. "There's not anything wrong with the Percy, it's just... well... it's small. And the Shez... it's the Shez!" He flushes a little bit, realizing he doesn't have any true reasons for preferring one ship over the other.
"San is First Officer aboard the Percy, unless I've missed something," Mors says, with a slight smile. "Good day, miss," he says, patting her shoulder. "She's quite the fighter."
"I'm sure you'll be able to show me everything you know at the training center, Hawk," Mors continues. "What kind of fighting style do you pursue?"
Falcon snored loudly just before the intercom went off, starling him out of his sleep. He groaned, then rolled over and went back to sleep for a few more minutes before waking up again and deciding to get up.
"The captain'll have my ass if I'm late." He muttered to himself as he stumbled into the 'fresher. After a six minute shower he walked out of the 'fresher again and threw on the same greasy tank top and torn pair of jeans he had worn yesterday, then walked out the door of his house and into the creaky metal walkway.
As he walked down the walkway toward the training room he noticed a group of people walking in front of him. They were laughing and talking to each other, and Falcon frequently heard the word Shez mentioned in their discussion. Obviously slang for The Schehezerade. Which just happened to be the ship he was supposed to be crewing on...
Falcon decided to mind his own business and stop eavesdropping. He would find out everything he needed to know later.
))I am on the Shez, no? I don't know if REX was joking or not.((
"Don't worry About it." Barb says, thumping Hawk on the back. Continuing, oblivious that he made the man stumble with the friendly gesture "I recall my first days as well." Pausing again to scratch the side of his head, he looks down at Hawk "Now, whats this about the Percy ?" He asks, a Defensive tone obvious in his voice. shaking his head and Laughing, Barb waves off his own question. "Ey, that was the reason I was pulled off duty for so long. That really laid me up." He replies to Ares, pointedly avoiding the joke his mate had tried to make out of it. He was still a bit sore about the incedent....
"Eh, the Shez is better," says Hephaestus, exiting his chamber ahead of the slowly growing group. "Marduk isn't as exciting as our crazy Captain Dallas." Asian in heritage, Heph wears ragged greasy clothes typical of the Real World, every article red.
"Ares, Burn, Barb, Mors, San," Heph says, waving to everyone. "Looks like we've got another newbie! Welcome to Club N00b! I'm club president." He puts an arm around Hawk. "You can call me Heph, or His Royal Majesty, if you like."
"And what bus?"