- "Your call signs are your nicknames in the army, if you have one I suggest you give it to me, if you don't I'll call you by your names" - Rory said.
(I'm leaving for a couple of hours, try to keep interaction by allowing users to respond and do not leave anyone behind. Please do not make plot changes without consulting me, I have something planned for when we reach the station)
Sgt. Travis Burton sat by himself far from the others as he checked over his HK G2000 Spec Ops rifle. He was large man by anyone's standards, and seemed to make most newcomers uneasy. He had just finished up a 6 month leave and caught this transport back to the Cryonix Alpha facility. He looked up at the group talking further down the passenger cabin. 'More rent-a-cops.' he thought as he turned back to his rifle. Travis was wearing his usual garb, consisting of black fatigues, a Combat vest with ammo pouches, and black Wool cap.
Travis knew that Jennings had sent his right hand woman here, and he had already picked her out of the group. 'No doubt here to bust my balls.'