<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Sergeant Geoff McLowell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>  USS Anchorage<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting up<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>  Everyone<br/></div><br/>Geoff woke up only slightly groggy as the cryosleep released it's grip on him.  He'd always been a fast adapter for the cryo procedure, going under and waking up without the nausea that seemed to plague some people.  When he opened his eyes to scan the chamber, he ran a mental checklist of everyone present.  As expected, the Lt and the Synth were the first ones up (He'd figured out some time back that the computer cheated in Lt's case), and the others were coming around as well.  He acknowledged the Lt's order with a crisp "Aye Sir!" even though he'd just opened his eyes.<br/><br/>He clamped the extra-strong stogie between his teeth as he got up, working out a couple of muscle cramps as he did so.  When he saw that everyone was more or less awake and moving, he started towards the showers himself and barked out a few orders while he went, loud and clear enough to carry over the sounds of water and conversation.<br/><br/>"All right people, the ship generously gave us half an hour to clean our ugly selves up, but I expect every soldier to be sitting and ready to eat in the galley at Oh-Six-Twenty-Five! We ain't going to a ball here, ladies and gentlemen, so move it!"<br/><br/>Suiting words to actions, he moved swiftly to the showers, cleaning himself up in an efficient manner, hardly taking fifteen minutes before he was pulling on last of his combat fatigues and moving towards the galley, chewing on his stogie.