<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br/><em>"FORM UP ON THE FOOTPRI..."</em><br/><br/>The voice might have been cut off, but Nerys had heard enough to know what the order was and fell into line on top of one of the pairs of footprints. She stood tall and stared straight ahead wondering what else would be in store for them that day. Clearly they were planning on things just starting right off the bat and she wondered if the instructors teaching her medic classes would be as loud and brash as this first man seemed. It didn't matter. She was here, she would do as she was told, learn all they had to teach her, and in the end she would use them to reach her own goals.<br/><br/>At least that was what she kept telling herself. Her father, who had done his own stint in the military back home, though not with the Space service, had tried to tell her it might not be that simple, but she was young and opinionated and had a clear plan in mind. She had, until just that moment, thought that he was being overly cautious.<br/><br/>As one of the instructors started yelling at another girl about her neck -<em>what the hell was a rubber neck anyway???</em>she wondered - she began to start thinking that maybe he wasn't being overly cautious, but that she had been arrogant not to listen. At this point that didn't matter either. She'd apologize to him when she sent a letter home but she was here, and here she would stay unless she washed out and<em>that</em>she wasn't going to let happen if she could keep it from happening!