<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Lieutenant_Devlin_Painter.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Devlin Painter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Whatever PC's remain</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Awaiting orders and offering Dureke aid</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>During the course of everything Devlin had kept himself quiet and inconspicuous as he could, preferring to have as little attention drawn to him. It was all a little overwheling and seemed like a dream, but even he knew dreams couldn't last for as long as their training had at the training camp in Antartica. Looking around at everything as the power came back online and listening to all that was said, Devlin merely grunted as he placed his own crate down on the ground. No one would find him breaking any of the rules anytime soon as he merely removed his helmet to get a better look at things rather than looking at it all through a piece of glass.<strong>"Lieutenant Devlin reporting in. On standby and awaiting orders."</strong>he called over the security channel and then looked around once more. Everyone seemed to be off doing their own little thing and Devlin, spotting Dureke off to the side by himself, approached the man and gave him a crisp salute, or as best a salute as he could manage considering the bulkyness of the suit.<strong>"Do you need any assitance sir? I'd be more than happy to help as I await orders."</strong>he said, standing at a relaxed attention then as he awaited for the man's repsonse.