Private Charles d'Salle had a few conflicting emotions. On one handm he was no longer a combat virgin, so he was quite happy with that, and with himself. On the other hand, he had lost his friend Benoit as they had been retreating to the escape pods. One instant he was there, the next he had been hit by an arrow and had urged his comrades to get to the pod while he emptied his assault rifle down the hallway with one hand and primed a grenade with the other. d"Salle heard the explosion just as the pod doors snapped shut.<br/><br/>And now, he was being reassigned. His platoon had been pretty badly torn apart, and had merged with another group of soldiers that the Senior NCO had welded together into an ad hoc platoon that had fought it's way to the escape pods. Since they were relatively safe for now, Command had reorganised the soldiers that were left to form fewer full strength platoons, as opposed the more under strength ones. He had been assigned to Lt. Warren. A bit of asking had let him find out that both the Lieutenant and the Platoon Sergent were in the same place, so he would kill two birds with one stone and report to both at once.<br/><br/>So that was how he found himself with his rucksack and equipment waiting in a too-small hallway as another replacement, or did he hear her say transfer, introduced herself. When she had finished, he hesitantly eased his way into the doorwy beside her and introduced himself.<br/>"Private d"Salle reporting sir." He said in a small voice that was thankfully just loud enough in the cramped quarters. "Transfer from 12th platoon sir. Was ordered to report to yourself and platoon sergent, sir." He hoped this would be done quickly. He had a hard enough time with his old platoon, even with an old schoolmate there to help him along.