<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div>“Pleasure to meat you, Captain Krannok.” Cass smiled. “I mean we met before, but now that I’m in the door you’re my superior, not just the person I need to butter up at the recruitment.” She laughed a little, smiling at the firey-haired officer. “Regardless, it’s great to be here. I know I’m not the most experienced soldier, but I’m willing to learn. Looks like I’ve got some great teachers too.” She smiled again, recalling what she knew of the Old Bones and their experiences so far.<br/><br/>Cass had dressed down for the occasion; like most merc units, the team had no uniform to speak of, and left its soldiers to do whatever they wanted as long as they weren’t breaking any decency laws. Right now she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that left her tattooed arms mostly bare, while her low neckline left her pendant exposed, nestled nicely above her chest. The simple dress pants and boots completed the set; practical and not flashy. Besides, she found that people often didn’t look at her clothes.<br/><br/>She glanced at the other man with them; a scruffy guy who looked almost like a kid trying to grow a beard to look older.<em>Another newcomer?</em>she asked herself, noting some of his odd turns of phrase.<em>Couldn’t be...</em>“Ivan, wasn’t it?” Cass spoke up, a friendly tone in her voice. “Guess we’ll be working alongside each other. Could be interesting.”<br/><br/>Anything further, however, was cut off by a muscular man approaching the group and grabbing Ranna’s jumpsuit-clad rear. The next thing Cass knew, she was laughing.<br/>