<div class="floatright">(http://www.scificool.com/images/2013/07/Billy-Burke-in-Revolution.jpg)</div>One of the lessons that David Sharpe's father had taught him was that punctuality mattered for a lot in a first impression. It was a lesson that he'd kept in mind in his impromptu and somewhat unplanned mercenary career, one that had helped him land his first job when he'd turned up early to an interview in a crisp suit. His competition had arrived late, hung over, and wearing tattered fatigues.<br/><br/>As such, he was quietly scowling to himself as he entered the Atros facility, following directions to the pods occupied by the Old Bones group. Any effort at looking good was hampered by the fact that he not only had missed the welcome party last night, but had then turned up too late for simulator practice.<em>Dad would kill me,</em>he considered.<em>If the damn Clanners hadn't gotten to him first.</em>One of the problems with space travel was that there was no such thing as a 'short delay', and he was experiencing the results of that problem right now.<br/><br/>He'd sighted a flame-haired officer in a black jumpsuit, which fitted the description of Ranna Krannok, one of his superiors in the unit.<em>Try to make up for lost ground, I guess,</em>he told himself as he approached, noting that she was currently running the simulator, presumably directing the exercise that he was meant to be a part of. “David Sharpe.” he began, no offering his hand as to not distract her from the task at hand. “New recruit. I'll start by apolgising for my lateness.”