“So you’re with us now?” The tallest one asked, presumably the squadron leader, watching you with a slightly judgemental gaze.

“Boss’ orders.” You mumbled, arms folded, gaze flickering across your new squad. Nothing interesting. Just three, clean cut soldiers. You were the only survivor of a notable disastrous mission on Malevelon Creek, causing you to to be reassigned. You took in the new ship, the SES Soldier of Liberty you believed it was named. It was standard, decently updated with some minor new paint jobs.

“Just make sure you don’t leave us to die like your last allies.” The solider grumbled.