FNG

[Jaxon Hayes]

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CDF STARCHILD​

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[member="Jahan Lionheart"] [member="Myri Bastra"]​

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It was a new day, and a new Chapter. Jaxson was fresh out of the program.

Today he was supposed to meet his new fireteam. Goliath they called them. He'd read the reports. They'd already seen action at Had Abaddon. He wondered how he would fit in with them. He knew they had an Engineer already, so most likely he'd be the junior Engineer on the team.

He was clad in a OD Green jumpsuit, with his kitbag and weapon case on the deck of the hangar. This section was reserved for Halcyon only.

"They'll be along shortly, enjoy the scenery," The deck chief said, throwing him a salute.

"Will do Chief."

He never got used to that, even in his time prior in the CDF. He threw a salute back, a little more vigorous than he should have. His neural pathways were too new to the augmentation. He almost wrenched his arm free of his socket and grunted, flinging his left hand up to rub his shoulder.

That hurt.​

 

[Thomas Kell]

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Location: CDF Starchild
Time: Unknown, not calculated yet
Equipment: Personal belongings, downtime wear, Seabag



There weren't very many belongings that Thomas had. He didn't remember any sort of home, sentimental attachments, relationships. All he knew was his combat experience. His life was his CDF service. A new time had dawned upon Thomas, and he would be able to protect Corellia, the only thing he ever knew and loved, even more thanks to the enhancements and augmentations of the Halcyon program. He wasn't sure, like the other new arrivals, what fireteam he would be attached to. A few knew, most didn't. Goliath was a common word, but he wasn't sure where he'd be. He was a sniper, not really one to be closely knit in a foxhole with someone else. It was all he knew in his service. Military reconnaissance, navigation, pathfinding, slicing. The usual operative deal. Supposedly a few other fireteams already had a designated marksman, sharpshooter, or sniper. He would not be a spotter.

Ships weren't something he was used to. He requested to be stationed on one a few times in joint operations with the Confederate navy, but it never happened. The 'more promising' candidates were allowed to operate with them. The worst parts were for the lower operatives.. those that didn't have connections or didn't score perfectly on certain tests. This specific ship, the CDF-II Starchild had long and tight corridors. After docking with the ship on a transport, he made his way towards the deck reserved for Halcyon operatives. A deck chief approached him and pointed to [member="Jaxon Hayes"] before speaking.

"Halcyon arrival? I can tell. One of the others is over there. Finger here and you'll be clear to enter. After this fingerprint gets added to the identification list and gets security cleared, you'll be cleared to enter whenever you want." he said, offering a salute.

Thomas wasn't used to saluting either. The only thing he was used to was towering over others, as he was abnormally large. Six seven isn't much of a common height, but there's taller ones to exist. In the Halcyon armor, however, he's right up there with the larger species in the galaxy. After the deck officer finished speaking, Thomas raised his hand to return the salute. It did hurt. It was inorganically fast, another thing he wasn't used to. He was the fasted in basic training, but now he's faster than the fastest thank to the Halcyon program as well.

"Thank you, shipmate." he said as he lowered the salute and pressed his thumb into the biometric scanner, heading over towards Jaxon. As he approached him, he set his seabag down and reached his right arm out to shake his hand.

"Halcyon Kell. And you are?"

He was always a protocol man, and the supposed protocol here was to address each other by "Halcyon" and their last name, or callsign.

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[Jaxon Hayes]

[member="Thomas Kell"]

"Halcyon Kell?"

He hadn't heard of anyone since he'd arrived. He sensed it was all part of some elaborate hazing ritual. Spec Ops usually had that kind of crap. He shrugged internally and gave the man a counter salute.

Then he extended his hand, forcing his system to slow it down.

There we go.....

"Halcyon Hayes, Combat Engineer Specialty. What's your story?"