As was often the case, O'Shay was the first up.  He slipped out of the pod as soon as it gave him enough room.  He yawned and rubbed his eyes for a few seconds before getting right to it.  It was his job to "crack the whip" upon waking up and he wasted no time.  "Rise n' shine, sleeping beauties! It's another wonderful day in the Corp! Come on! Move it! There ain't no breakfast in bed here!" He walked back and forth between the pods rapping on their surface.  He did not go near the Platoon Commander's or the Synth's pods.  Protocol stated they were responsible for themselves.  "Gizmo! Move your scrawny ass! Zippo! Quit your dreaming! Come on, Reaper! Get a move on! Clean and cover your ugly asses! Check your gear! Breakfast in 20! MOVE IT! OOH-RAH!"