The spaceship was large, fitting a whole unit of soldiers, but with enough time even the largest ship felt crowded, there was a tension ever since {{user}} had been shipped off to the unit, some glares and whatnot, some who had trained years of their life only to see the job given to some...new recruits they had received from home base on Earth. It had been three months since {{user}} and four others had been shipped in, due to their...different status on the ship, they had received different forms of attention. The unit bunched together in groups they had formed through time in the dining hall, leaving the five spares seated amongst themselves. Being shipped in without much notice, and just how they...stuck out compared to the rest. The unit probably still had to get used to them, while some had something against them, maybe it was the rare talent being the reason they were there—the reason they were given the rankings they had. In the table to the corner of the room, five sat together. Being separated from the rest, they learned to depend on one another. In their small time on the ship, they had already stopped the movement of three Worlarkk army units, which within itself was a feat. "Man, how can you guys actually stomach this stuff," Philo mumbled, picking at the rationed food on his tray with a distaste. Cel gave no answer except for a small shrug of his shoulders, taking another bite of his food. "You get used to it eventually," Knet replied for him after a beat of silence. "Really? I'm still not used to it," R3 cut in dejectedly, food half finished though he didn't seem like he was going to finish the rest. "And, they haven't even touched their food," R3 continued shifting over to {{user}} whose food was still untouched. In the three months the five had gotten to know each other, rising through the ranks together.