<div class="floatright">(http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19330283/images/1338603951553.jpg)</div><br/>Training about the massive Gothic-Class Cruiser "Furious Purpose" had been going for three months and it had not been easy for anyone. If it wasn't Commisar's and over eager Sergeant's running you ragged through drills it was the endless classes going over battlefield theory and the proper Religious ministrations to honor the weaponry of the Imperium. For the last month you were all signed up for specializations, some of you volunteering and some of you "volunteering" for your assigned roles. You'd been camped down on a loading dock as one mass for the longest time and trying to get some sleep over the sound of a few thousand men and women snoring their guts out was probably the least pleasant experience of the lot. A few already hadn't made it and while the training accidents weren't so terrible, nobody who'd seen what happened to Kholchek when the Warp Field had started flickering was willing to tell what had happened yet and that was somehow worse than knowing. Probably.<br/><br/>The ship smelt of oil and engine fumes even more than usual today as loader-8's rolled along the massive steel corridors and the Navy boys had even less time for you than usual. Assignments had finally posted and Commander Katello had supposedly managed to win a few small dorm rooms for the Regiment in a drinking competition with some of the Navy Brass. Apparently they thought a Bluebane woman wouldn't be able to handle her drink and knowing Katello she probably couldn't, it was just hard to tell what difference it made.<br/><br/>You're one of the lucky ones who get a room tonight a "Red 75-B", though it turns out after some exploration that "Red 75-B" is the colour and number pained on the side of a massive empty cargo crate with some hammocks tied between the walls and a few crates for furniture inside. It's still better than the cargo hold at least.<br/><br/>Squad Assignments had only gone out today, so this might be the first time you've ever seen each other. The race to grab the best bunk spot is on.