<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mostmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Brandon-Jay-McLaren_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lt. Ahran Vos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private Quarters > Common Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Today was a momentous occasion. That was the line they were fed every time they took on a new soldier. How it would change the face of Rogue Squadron and they gained another Ace. He was happy for the increase in manpower, but he wondered why the brass tried so hard to sell it like they did? Everybody in Rogue Squadron appreciated talent and seeing a new face; it wasn't difficult to get them to get along with the newbie. They'd be barvy to turn away help. The ceremony was alright though he supposed.<br/><br/>At least they usually got good food out of it. While he was thinking on that, his body seemed to be moving on auto-pilot and without thinking he was pulling himself up on a bar, then lowering down before pulling back up again.<strong>295, 296, 297, 298, 299, 300."</strong>His voice had echoed off around his room every time he counted out, three hundred pull-ups and only now was a light sheen beginning to build on his skin. Training? The cybernetics?<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what made this so easy; maybe he needed to stop looking at them as separate at this point? His built in chrono suddenly beeped, and the time blinked across his eye. He could continue his existential crisis later; now they had fresh meat to inspect. Wiping himself down, he threw on his appropriate clothes and headed out of his room. He found the others and stood with the Rogues, waiting for the new blood to show herself. And then just like that she came in the room, a nervous smile on her face and her hands behind her back. He could read her like a book, and he was happy to see her react like a normal person would.  His eyes darted to her for a moment, and stayed on her before he leaned against a wall. He hadn't read her dossier yet