<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Brooklyn's eyes snapped open as soon as he heard the captain's voice.  Grumbling lightly, he popped open the simulation pod, his boots making a loud thump as he hopped out.  He gave the nearest tech a nod as he marched up towards the reviewing room, wondering if the simulation looked even worse to an outsider compared to being on the receiving end of a neatly executed ambush.  Well, he would get a viewing of his own lackluster performance, able to watch it with the benefit of hindsight.<br/><br/>As he headed into the room, he also threw off a quick salute, his hand going upwards before remembering that the captain preferred otherwise.<br/><strong>"Sir,"</strong>was all he said as he gave the captain a nod and found a table to the side to sit down at.  His back was ramrod straight, hands held together on the table as he patiently waited for others to arrive and the debriefing to begin.