"Thanks, Feyri." Jim moved slightly, lying on his back so one hand was behind his head and the other around Feyri's shoulders. It was nice, to simply be close to her and not have to care about the craziness on the Sword at the moment or deal with the stress of being on a mission. He didn't want to ruin the feeling by continuing down that path just yet, and instead turned his attention to the sky. "You told me about your family... It's only fair I tell you about mine. Even though we were all of the same stock and though and acted much alike, not all of us got along. Most of the third generation were all right... Nobody particularly liked Seven or Twenty Five, and One was sort of a self-important asshole, but it wasn't like the group fought with each other much outside of training."
He shifted slightly, getting more comfortable. "The two I always stuck with were Thirteen and Five, or rather, Farrah and Marko. It just so happened that during most of the team exercises we would be grouped together to complete objectives, and so we just gravitated toward each other in what downtime we had. Farrah was... really energetic. She probably trained just as much as Marko and myself put together, and she was the first one to come up with the idea of giving ourselves names rather than numbers. I named myself after the original, Jordan James Kelly. She named herself after a model in a magazine one of the scientists left lying around. Marko said he just liked the combination of syllables."
He smiled to himself. "Marko wasn't as brave as either of us. He liked to hide in the back when we were doing sim exercises and give us cover fire. You already know how I operate; I had one of the lower kill-to-death ratios among us because I preferred to flank and distract our opponents, engage them in melee, and usually ended up laid out for my troubles. And Farrah... she liked to charge in with a pistol in each hand. We... didn't always complete our objectives the fastest or in the best way, but I enjoyed working with them." Jim sighed. "...I don't really have that many memories to share, I guess. Mostly just combat simulations; take over the base, hold the base, escape to the chopper, survive as long as possible, escort the target to the destination, that sort of thing. Occasionally they'd let us read books or magazines, even watched a movie once or twice. Something to do during downtime when we needed to unwind and didn't feel like training..."