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"Hey, shit heads, don't you have 'pipes n shit' to fix? If you guys are truly vets here, why don't you go make yourselves useful and scram."

Lucas drew in the last bit of the cigarette, flicked it to the floor, and stomped it out. 'Yeah, these guys won't last a week,' he thought. He looked over at the engineer next to him and shook his head, signalling to let it go. The guy next to him was hot headed, but Lucas wasn't the fighting type, nor did he care. Chances were he'd only ever see these people in the mess hall.

He felt obliged, in a sense, to at least try and keep them out of trouble. Now that he was drawn in, at least. Lucas sighed, and shouted back calmly, "Hey, word of advice: Do yourself a favor and don't make enemies on the ship on your first day. You'll have enough people at your throats for shit you didn't do, don't make it more."

Regardless of whether or not the two of them had been shouting across the room, nobody was really paying attention. The new recruits in the room had still been either fighting, or conversing with equal amounts of vulgarity as Enzo had displayed.