((I guess Jonathan Sanford the Zersian it is!))
The ride over was bumpy, but nice. While you weren't lucky enough to get the government to shell out the cash to fly you over VIP style, you weren't treated with the heavy hand the penal regiments receive either, not having been forced to march to the AO, arriving tired, and most likely having to put up with whatever hotshot officer wants to conduct an inspection. No combat-ready unit has ever passed inspection, and no inspection-ready unit has done well downrange. The Zok (truck you rode here in) was just rolled off of the line. It's a real beast, but it gets the job done.
Rumour around the shitsite says that the Imperium has somehow developed some crazy experimental weapons, in response to the Zersian Sophisticated Warfare Branch's Twinblade, a heavy gunship that can take a beating and dish it out in even greater quantities. You have no idea what the hell you might be going up against, but mentally your eyes widen as you receive your duty weapons upon arrival. One carbine, one sidearm, and one anti-x weapon, meaning "Anti Experimental Weapon". The damn thing weighs more than you, it seems. Some kind of cross between a sniper rifle and a laser gun, with a whole bunch of 'WARNING!' stickers plastered here and there. The weapon is impressive though. No doubt that whatever it does, it does well.
Your new home is a tent. A large, green tent. With a floor, made up of tent material. The beds are okay by the Army's standards. Each tent has a fan. Some work, some don't. Not surprising to you, however, is the fact that ALL the officers' tents are like military mansions, with multiple fans that all work.
Shaking your head at this, you dump your equipment on your bed, after having been assigned to Tent 02. It is currently noontime. The setting sun sets an odd yet peaceful blanket of orange beauty over the jungle.
> Get to know some of the other soldiers in your unit.
> You aren't trying to see anyone's ugly ass face right now. You spent 12 hours on a truck. You're sleeping. Meet-n'-greet waits until tomorrow.
> Bay12 decides.