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Octavia stood right at the back of the room and listened to John Shepard's impassioned speech. Impressed, was not the word she would use to describe it. The things O was feeling in that moment were anything but patriotic and submissive to a Commanding Officer. Pissed off, angry and annoyed were good words but not strong enough to describe the resentment she felt towards her Commanding Officer at this time.

All her excitement for the battle and adventure ahead faded almost instantaneously as Shepard came into view and started spouting the usual bullshit one heard before being dispatched on any given mission.

'USCorp this and Marines that . . . blah, blah, blah.'

It was all the same old shit to her but she knew how Shepard felt about it and that every word that left his lips were true to him.

"This is where we step up. We work fast, work as a unit and show everyone what Marines are capable of!" Commander Shepard finished on a high.

Leaning against the lockers once more, Octavia watching on with lazy but sharp eyes as all the troops before her hurrahed John Shepards words. The sound almost deafening for such a small and restricted group of people.

She did not join in their merriment. Instead she waited like an Adder in tall grass as John made his way down the line of troops inspecting and having a word with each until he finally arrived at the end of the line.

Damnit! But he still looked good! Being a War Hero hadn't left him with nearly enough ugly scars.

“Nice speech, Commander Shepard.” Octavia smiled honeyedly up at the man that was now her Boss from her position against the lockers. “If I remember correctly you were always good at spouting company bullshit John.”