Lenard Conner
Lenard shook Lan's hand and returned the smile. "Yup, Lenard. Be interesting to see how you fight, kid. Lan." He glanced over at Logan, somewhat more warily. "Nice to meet you too, doc." He's just trying to mess with you, don't let it get to- Wait, aren't I letting it get to me by trying not to let it arrrgh. He turned to listen to the last Lancer- He couldn't be sure yet if Stoner was an accurate mental nickname, but time would tell. He did seem a little out of it.
Then the General came into the waiting room and began to brief them. Lenard tried to look like he was feeling the appropriate amount of gravitas, but he knew all this already- as did everyone else, he suspected. In his case, he'd specifically chosen the lowest Dome- you got more famous for clawing up from the bottom than from falling from the top. Not to mention that it had been nearby.
I guess it would be too easy for them to be after Leagel first try... Besides, a mining town would be important only once you've got food. He tried in vain to recall what dome owned his home- But he couldn't remember. It changed so often that no one had. So we're supposed to go off and get ourselves killed so this place can get bigger... Oh, right, we're volunteers. Damn. He felt slightly irked about being personally treated like an expendable commodity. He'd lived his whole life that way, but now it was more personal. Nothing like imminent pain to put things into perspective.
Dismissed, he followed the others through the halls, hoping his stuff had already been delivered to whatever room he'd been assigned. He had no idea where it was, though. Or was he supposed to go find it? Damn these confusing domes...