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"Get those that are wounded to the medbay, and the big one... And that skinny bastard patched up and take them to the brig. Solitary for them both. Give them half rations for the next two weeks, and I want the names of everyone else involved and their rations cut by a third for the next week."

Hearing the words of the sergeant changed Lucas' demeanor noticeably, "The same goes for the girl and the man over there."

Life aboard the Crucible was tough, even more-so as a recruit. Step out of line, and get punched back in. He observed as the ship's recruits were either cuffed and escorted away for a quick scare, or slowly slinking away to try and avoid what was coming. There wasn't much to be seen, or said - it happened every time a new shift started. Lucas began to walk away, his footsteps echoing down the long metal corridors as the area grew silent.

He glanced at his PDA to check the time. The recruits were supposed to drop their belongings off at their bunks and head to the meeting hall again for a proper orientation. Lucas didn't know how long Creed and the other soldiers would take with the recruits, but he figured it wouldn't be more than an hour - and in all honesty, an hours wait was more than acceptable to watch the recruits get lectured a bit more by the first mate. Lucas could tell they absolutely adored him in their own pitiful way.

The meeting room, which was stuffed with some fifty uncomfortable metal chairs, had a fairly low ceiling that barely gave room for those standing on the upper balcony if they were taller than six feet, but that was the only place Lucas could go without getting in the way. It was only accessible through the maintenance shafts, as it was built with the intention that it would be used to only service the various monitors and equipment mounted to the roof, but plenty of people went their to observe the recruits - and so had Lucas. He stood leaning against the metal pipe railing with about ten others as recruits slowly shuffled in and took their seats.