Repzik waited on the flight deck with a few others, they all looked to be in their twenties
Typical, hopefully some have seen some combat He thought as he scratched his sideburns and looked at their faces, he had seen a few of them in crew quarters and the mess hall but only spoken to one or two, he missed his days on Dinikkin, with the familiar faces, the faces he could trust to have his back, proper veterans with decades of conflict behind them, now those were men, he wondered how many were still Greenhorns, They were the biggest liability, they would have to learn fast or die.
Repzik hoisted his Radio that was slung on his left side higher up his shoulder as the weight of it began to make the left strap slip down his arm, he was never without this piece of crap, his job was to be the Comms specialist, and he'd be dammed if his equipment would leave his side for a minute for someone to come along and fuck it up royally.
Vidmir never liked to be separated from his equipment, so many years sleeping in a Muddy, freezing, Trench with his equipment led to an attachment of soughts, to be away from the equipment that he needed in his future survival on the battlefield was almost unbearable, it was bad enough that he wasn't allowed to carry his shotgun outside the shooting ranges, sitting in the armoury where anyone could mess with it, he never did like how the quartermaster eyed it, that was a fine Dinikkin crafted Weapon, he'd rather die than allow anyone but a dinikkin handle his weapon of choice.
He heard footsteps upon the polished steel floor as an officer walked towards them
Must be the CO then
He coughed to gather the attention of those his footsteps did gather and began to make a speech, Repzik largely ignored the speech and concentrated at the character at hand.
He looks young as well, dear god what was the fatality rate of recruits that none seemed to reach their thirties?
"and finally Corporal Repzik your our comms specialist" the mention of his name broke his train of thought
Comms specialist?, saw that coming a mile away
"I have a question" He waited untill the captain looked in his direction "What is our taskforce being assembled for?"