Meet The Team

“…Anyway let’s continue, my name is Lieutenant Kelly Hewitt, you’ll be answering to me, and this here…” she says gesturing to the synth by her side who had stood silent as a statue up until now.

“My name is Danials, I am the synthetic aboard this craft responsible for its operation and maintenance, should you have any questions about the USS Warden, do let me know, I’d be happy to take you on a tour.” Says the Android, his tone calm and serene as he speaks, clearly designed to put humans at ease.

“Alright marines, introduce yourselves, left to right.” Commands the lieutenant, prompting the grunts to introduce themselves one by one from left to right.

The first up is a great bear of a man, of African heritage, lay 20s, standing well over 6’0” in height and from the looks of it, he’s host is 200 pounds of raw muscle and sporting a trimmed beard that obscures much of his face.

“Malcom Johnson; Private, I’m one of the companies smart-gunners and I have a little experience with heavy ordinance.” The man says, his voice a deep baritone.

Next up is a man who while well muscled, looks like a child next to Corporal Johnson, he’s white, mid 20s, standing at 5’8 and roughly 160lbs there’s not much of note about the young man save for the long scrape that runs along the side of his head as though a bullet had grazed it.

“Michael Fischer, Private, I’m a rifleman, other then that not much to say about me.” He says with a small shrug.

The third one in the lineup is a petite looking thing, white, early 20s, standing at 5’5” and 120lbs soaking wet, it’s hard to imagine the woman in any kind of combat position.

“I’m Private Dina Winters, I’m not much for fighting but you won’t find anyone on this ship that knows how to patch a wound or break a fever better than me..!” She says, giving a small nod of her head.

Next is a tall, lanky man, not much muscle in him from what Sarah can see, white, late 20s standing around 6’0” and 140lbs the way he carry’s himself reminds Sarah of marines fresh out of boot camp.

“Ben Milo, Private, there’s uh.. not much to say about me, Sarge..” he says, with an easy, lazy smile.

Next is actually a familiar face or at least a familiar voice, she had been the pilot that brought Sarah to the Warden, seeing her now, it’s clear she’s amongst the elders of the group. Black, late 30s, approximately 5’8” and 130lbs.

“Bianca Wilson, Corporal; I fly that bird you just stepped out of, nothing more, nothing less.” She says, her words curt and to the point, something not common to Cheyanne pilots according to Sarah’s experience.

Next is a diminutive man, similarly to Corporal Winters, it’s hard to envision him in a combat role. Hispanic, early 20s, 5’5” And 120 pounds.

“Um… Private First Class Jaime Gonzalez… I help Bianca as Co-pilot and Weapons Officer..” he stumbles over his words, however no one along the line seems surprised by this development.

Up next is muscular woman, by far the most is physically fit of the women in the room, white, mid 20s, 5’6” and 180lbs.

“Names Kelso; Private, I’m the other smart-gunner, nothing else to say.” She says, her tone distant, not saying one more word then is necessary.

Next is an older woman, a leg currently missing and replaced with a metal, skeletal prosthesis. Asian, mid 50s, 5’7” and 140lbs.

“Corporal Justine Cho, I serve as quartermaster around here, if you need something I can get it to you.” She says.

Beside her stands another older woman, her fingers blackened by what looks like soot or oil. Hispanic, late 40s, 5’4” and 130lbs.

“Private First Class Catalina Cruz, I’m the IT department around here, if you need a terminal cracked or an APC repaired then you call me.

To her right is a man who’s best distinguished by the sleeves of tattoos that run up and down his arms. White, late 20s, 5’10 and about 220lbs.

“Private James Woodward, I’m the sniper of the company, ma’m.” He says, his words tinged with a southern drawl.

Nearing the end now, the next man has little of note other than the series of white scars along his face, and arms. White, mid 30s, 5’11” and 200lbs.

“Private Jesse Sinclair, I’m a rifleman but I sometimes double as the ships cook.” He says, with a small grin on his face.

Finally the last marine in the line a lanky woman missing an arm and in its place is a prosthetic similar in design to the quartermasters leg. Black, mid 20s, standing at 5’10” and 120lbs.

“Private Diane Stone, I’m private Woodward’s spotter, ma’m.” She says, seemingly taking after her shooter’s disposition.

“Alright, I think that concludes the meet and greet, Danials can you get Sargent McClintock accustomed with the ship?” Asks the lieutenant.

“Of course ma’m, we can begin right away.” The Android says, giving a small nod of his head.

“Alright, dismissed.” Calls the Lieutenant, prompting the rank and file to begin wandering to destinations unknown the lieutenant herself soon following leaving Sargent McClintock alone with the synthetic.