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Enzo looked on at all the frightened and fresh faced recruits. He could tell they had never been in space before and knew they all had their work cut out for them. He was different though. Enzo was a space baby. He was no stranger to space or space ships. In fact, he had an inkling he could probably give any of the vets a run for their money up here. This was his home turf after all.

"Get out of my fuck'n way, space meat!"

A large imposing brute of a recruit looks to barrel Enzo over. Even being way out here, these recruits still managed to find a way to act tough. Too bad that what the brute doesn't know is that gravity on the ship isn't perfectly preset to Earth standard. It's nearly impossible to get that level of precision with artificial gravity generators, which is why space dwellers preferred the manually rotating method over the power sucking, and often malfunctioning, grav-gens that the UFN were so keen to use.

The brute takes one forceful step towards Enzo, and Enzo easily sidesteps him. When he can't feel the full weight of his body stepping down on his foot, the brute goes barreling forward into a group of -- now pissed off -- delinquents. They jump him and begin to wail on the brute.

Enzo doesn't let the confrontation phase him. They're all rank amateurs and could go jump out of the airlock for all he cares. What he needs to find is some capable guys he can rely on.

He follows the crowd to the dorm rooms, passing by Lucas and the other fellow Engineer. They seem passibly capable--

"...we just fix pipes 'n shit when they break"

--scratch that. They're retards.

It looks like finding comrades he can trust will be harder than he thought.