Over the past two years, he had done little to make friends really. He never fought when he was brought here, technically he was supposed to be dead. But that didn't matter anymore, he wasn't a soldier anymore just a piece of out-dated tech. Before he knew it, Benjamin's bottle was half empty and he cursed, upset that he had drank that much. He quickly capped the glass bottle and finished the contents that were in his glass and stood up putting his helmet back on sealing it, and paused waiting for the oxygen purifiers to kick in. Benjamin sauntered over to the rover, with a hint of a stumble and plopped himself down in his seat placing the bottle in his bag, along with the glass. He didn't want anyone to know that he drank, he didn't know if anyone cared but that's just how he was. He began to drive back to the dome, he had heard that there were some newcomers today and should might as well check them out.
He glanced over at a humvee that he drove by, but did nothing more but count the people that were there. He saw five, one of them he had seen around for quite a while, ever since his first visit. But he never really talked to the man, the only time he could remember talking to him, was when he first arrived. Benjamin continued to drive, and parked the rover into the lot, and pulled out his I.D. card, and scanned his right forearm. He was checked out, and made his way back to his sleeping pod and set his bag inside a compartment that resided inside. He realy needed to stop drinking so much in one sitting, it made him upset that half the bottle was gone. It was hard enough to find this type of liquor, let alone purchase it.
Moments later, he walked out of the shower, drying himself off and got dressed. He still wore his camouflage pants from back 2 years ago, along with the boots. He sighed, taking a swig of water and ran a hand over his barcode that resided on the back of his neck thinking of his first 6 years of training. He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts before they would get the best of him and force him to drink again. He put on a grey tank top, that matched the grey in his digi-cam pants, along with the boots. They could actually blend into the interior of this place if it was dark enough. He grabbed his holotags, and put them on. He didn't like to where them in the shower. He looked down and pressed hsi finger over the little tab, and a blue small holographic strip would emit, showing his information. His rank, name, blood type, social security number, hair color, eye color, height and weight. He looked over these, with a slight grimace at the rank.... 'Captain'. He shook his head trying to forget his memories and stood up walking over to the docking bay to see the newcomers. Though he didn't go unprepared, he had his knife hilt on the side of his right boot, and his pistol tucked in the back of his pants.