"Look! Everybody makes mistakes! It's not like I'm the only one who's ever been shot down in the history of mankind!" Irritated, Gabe stormed off towards his bunk.

"That's perfect. I think this will get them to work as a team." John said. "Thanks again."

Five minutes later he was locking his office and heading back to his quarters he wanted to sleep. He was planning to wake the others and personally lead a flying exercise.

"Well...that was a bit harsh...Anyway Scot you should pack your stuff. I'm heading to sleep a bit." John said as he left the place.

Scott said nothing until Gabe stormed off. "Probably the first time he's been downed. It's probably best not to bug him about it. I'd know. Been there, done that...he'll probably get over it in a few more days." After a short pause, he said to John, "I'll go grab my stuff and head to your room then."
Scott walked back towards his room and gathered his packs.

Truce shrugged. "If he doesn't want to talk about it, fine." I'll just have to be more careful, of myself and of the others as well.

With that final thought, he decided to head to his bunk. There was really nothing left for him to do that day, aside from the norm of course.

John reached his room and desided that he would soon go to sleep, but first he would wait for Scot to arive. While waiting for Scot John desided to check his sidearm like he always did when he was bored.

The packs moved down the hall on a small cargo transport that Scott had borrowed (hey...never said we couldn't use these for this purpose...work smarter, not harder I say...). A few strange looks and a "lazy ass" comment later, Scott arrived at John's room. He held up his ID card to the door and it slid open.

ooc: get a good nights sleep. tommorrow the fun begins.

John heard the door slip open and lifted his head. "Oh, It's you. Just arrange your stuff. I'l get to sleep now and trie not to make to much noise." John said and started reassembling his pistol. "By the way...what do you think this thing about Inyri is? I think it's kind of weird. I mean why weren't we called to medical exam and he was?"

Scott opened his bags and began to unload his clothes, personal items, etc. "Yeah, that does seem kinda wierd...I mean, that 'physical and mental examination' explination, and the fact that she was the only one... That sound dodgy or what?"
He finished unpacking. "Well, not much any of us can do about it now besides rest up for whatever they're going to throw at us tomorrow."