Watching Warriors Work (DT-1, Afternoon, Simulator Room)

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Andrea shook her head as the simulation ended, "A dramatic end to the fight."

She glanced over at Snorri as he stepped out of the simulator, "Congratulations on your victory."

[Yuri Creed]

The fifth pod opened and Yuri Creed exited, flushed and sweating like a man who was on the verge of heat syncope, he nonetheless braced himself on the side of his pod and called, voice still steady. "Fortunate Ones! Atten-hut!"

[Snorri Tycho]

Snorri tugs on his cooling vest. "May they all be so glorious right? " He shakes his head. "The Major didn't make it easy on us, but Chow really landed some hits."

At the sound of an officer calling to attention instinct kicked in, making Snorri pivot to a rigid posture and salute

[Felicity]

He could use a drink. She'd have got the Captain some water if he hadn't called attention. Still unsure of exactly what he expected, whether just gathering, standing up straight, saluting, bowing or some other tradition, she moved closer and stood tall. As much as her mighty five foot three status allowed.

It wasn't much.

[Maja Eklund]

Maja’s head sticks out of the top of her pod along with a wave of steam as she comes to something vaguely approaching attention.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Andrea turns to face the Major, her hand come to rest on the sword's scabbard to hold it still while she stood straight and awaited Yuri's assessment of the sims.

[James Hall]

James and Mata move back from the warriors but stand at attention.

[Yuri Creed]

Yuri gave them all a moment to do whatever they were going to do (feel free to post your reaction so Yuri can mentally note it) and then saluted, and continued, still sweating in his cooling vest and board shorts, but those tanker boots kept a firm grip no matter what. Every man needed good boots.

"At ease!"

From his perch on the rim of the pod, he could see everyone crammed into the cramped room. "First off, that was good piloting by all of you. Unstructured, but definitely the raw material is there."

With a grin, he added, "I think you could all spend a little time on the mech range, a lot of shots that didn't have to miss, but the fundamentals were sound."

Rubbing his chin, he concluded, "I'll have lance assignments and assessments tomorrow, but for now, get some rest. You've earned it. Dismissed."

Hopping down, he strode through the group and away, toward the officer's quarters, and, likely, a cold shower.

[Felicity]

At the salute Felicity gives one of her own. Crisp, drilled in and without thought. The situation right then and there felt more formal, at least compared to the briefing the day before.

She listened to his comments as she stands at ease, hands behind her back. While she was motionless it was hard to miss the black tail protruding from the back of her hoodie. It was swaying ever so slightly left and right.

Nodding at the words, finding she did agree with them, she finally allows herself to properly calm down. She'd been afraid her own team's performance hadn't been good enough. Especially not compared to Alpha, who had triumphed so confidently. Then again, they had been able to watch and prepare beforehand.

[Marik Wa Mo Ishtal]

The fifth pod opened and Yuri Creed exited, flushed and sweating like a man who was on the verge of heat syncope, he nonetheless braced himself on the side of his pod and called, voice still steady. "Fortunate Ones! Atten-hut!"

At the call, Marik immediately stops drinking, and turns into a hard salute.

...Which for his people, is to kneel with the head bowed until asked to rise. The neck given freely is one whose head trusts you, as they would say.

Yuri gave them all a moment to do whatever they were going to do (feel free to post your reaction so Yuri can mentally note it) and then saluted, and continued, still sweating in his cooling vest and board shorts, but those tanker boots kept a firm grip no matter what. Every man needed good boots.

"At ease!"

And so he rises.