After getting back a little bit later than expected Atma slept restlessly, waking up many times in the night in a cold sweat. Today would be a bit of a harder day now that he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep. He had also taken the last watch which was a bit tiring. As the sun rose his stomach grumbled its displeasure at being empty. A quick radio message and few minutes later Atma and his crew left for the hideout to grab some breakfast before the annoucement of their new base.<br/><br/>They ate together and discussed various things trying to get to know each other better. Many of the rookies talked about their before the chaos began with their leader going last. "Well," he began, "I was a slave when I was younger. I learned how to be a blacksmith like that. After several hard years of work two of my friends and I escaped and came here. I ended up getting married to one of them." At the last part Atma stopped talking a took a sip of his water, clearly not wanting to go on. "Let's go and get ready to train." The group walked out together and waited for the session to begin.