"Good we should get going now. Malik go start the ship." Said Raizen. "Aye aye captain.." Said Malik with a sigh. "And drop the sarcasm before I smack you. Said Raizen after Malik's retreating back. "My name is Raizen Ashiwara by the way. Anyway follow me please." Said Raizen opening the door for Mikhail.

Mikhail looked up, startled by the Officer's entrance. He stood, standing straight and bringing his right hand up into a casual salute.

"Corporal Tarasov, rifleman of the 24th," his voice slipped past his lips, cool and concise.

It was then the door swung open and a tall man walked in. Raizen rather aggravated at the fact he was given the wrong directions and ended up half way across the opposite side of the country walked in. A younger blond haired male was by his side. "Which one of you is Mikhail Tarasov. So help me if this is the wrong damn area again someone's head will be going flying. I've been across the entire damn country today." Said Raizen looking at the men.

“Admiral Flores really has some nerve – casting us off on the edge of human territory. If you ask me, we should strike first,” a young man spoke in distinct Russian accent, his words drenched with a sort of cynicism that only came from years on the fringe. Corporal Mikhail Tarasov wasn't always the easiest soldier to work with, but he was the best rifleman the 24th had.

“Cool it, Tarasov. Keep complaining and we’ll get shipped somewhere even worse.,” the soldier sitting across from him replied, his eyes occasionally shifting to the door as if he were expecting someone.

“Expecting someone, Chief?” Tarasov smirked wryly, an unlit cigarette now resting between his index and middle finger.

"Captain Ashiwara.. our new CO."