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[Ross Vernal]

You search around and find a warharness that responds to macros and shifts weaponry for easier access, but you cannot find any better opticks than what you have already installed. You make your purchase, return to the barracks, and perform maintenance on the light armor delivered to your bunk. You see your other tribals working on their OWN armor, too. By the time you're done and suited up, it is nearly time to parade. You help the remaining Myrmidons get into their armor, then hustle out.

You are, of course, late. Your squad manages to blunder the marching orders, with an end result of you and a woman in Myrmidon armor marching in completely different directions than everyone else. By the time your drill is over, you two are the only ones in the correct location.

Well, that clearly didn't go well. You and the Myrmidon are screamed at slightly less than everyone else, and grit your teeth at the loss of most of your bonus pay.

The trials are starting soon. You, of course, have signed up for the Blaster and Rifle Marksmanship, but you can compete in other sorts of matches if you desire. You're armed and armored, so really, you could just go flying around and play Target Beacon tag with the other warriors. Up to you.