I don't know but I've been told

[legacyofcain]

"This is not the military," she told the line of what she was thinking of as recruits, no matter their individual experience. It didn't matter any more, wasn't that what everyone kept saying about this place? "If this was the military, I or someone like me would have you all day, every day. So you might want to be glad this isn't the military."

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[gotacigarette]

It feels good to be exhausted. It feels good to have an ache in her muscles, and sweat drying on her skin. It feels really fucking good to feel like a soldier again. Eden finds herself smiling, sitting down in the sand to catch her breath with her arms draped around her knees. Kendra's might be a bitch, but she's the kind of bitch that Eden can recognise, and, more than that respect. Which is important if anybody's going to start throwing their lives around.

What did they call you before they called you Major? And, for a minute, she hadn't remembered. She'd been a soldier that long.

She looks around at the other's on the sand. The unit.
It feels really bloody good.

[resident_alice]

"Hey." Alice had recognized Eden when they'd first turned up for the 'meeting', for lack of a better word, but there hadn't been time for idle chit-chat. There was now.

"Good workout, huh?"

[gotacigarette]

Eden favours Alice with a rare smile as she looks up, nodding her head, her hair hanging tangled in her face.

She's going to have to get a hair elastic from somewhere.

"Best I've had in a while."

[resident_alice]

Alice herself needed a haircut. She'd have to go at it with her kukris one of these days, when she could be bothered. For now, she just raked a hand through the mess, smoothing it back from her eyes.

"Same here," she admitted. "Almost like being back home again, except without the added thrill of having to fight for your life."

[gonnajumpnomore]

That? Had been a piece of cake. A very large piece of cake, possibly baked by Shari, with extra frosting and some sort of wonderful cream center that was totally unexpected. A cake that did not come in a flavor called Sobel. Not a 'Heigh-ho, Silver!' anywhere. Or any mountains. Or the rest of Easy, unfortunately, but he could live with that. George Luz had trained with the toughest sonsabitches in the United States Army, he'd gotten into jump school with no trouble. Two miles, sits ups and crunches was nothing. But listening to a woman had been one hell of a hurdle, just like pacing himself with all those other people was. In the end he had just stuck by Doc, matching his pace. They were both Toccoa men, they had to watch one another. When it was all over Luz fell back into the sand, laughing. God, he never knew there'd be a time when he'd be happy to be doing PT again. It felt like home

[heartliketin]

Cain wandered over to the sand where all the ruckus was coming from and shot George a curious look, having been taking out of things for a while there, but he was back to himself (not completely, but who was looking that deep?). "Gods, George," he observed, sounding half out of it. "Keep that up, you'll have the dogs howling along with you."

[gonnajumpnomore]

Luz looked up at him and grinned, wiping a hand across his sweaty forehead and only suceeding in plastering sand across his face. "Aww, c'mon, pal. You're just jealous that you don't have such a lovely singing voice. And that you don't know such swell songs."

[heartliketin]

"The last person to hear my singing voice..." Cain remarked thoughtfully, brow furrowing as he tried to place it and couldn't help the quiet scoff of nostalgic memory as it filtered in. "The last time I sang was over fifteen annuals back when I got so absolutely drunk because we'd pulled in a murderer." Funny, he didn't remember much else about that night.

[worth_killing]

The drills -- and the instructor leading the 'recruits' as she called them -- confused Arthur more than fatigued him. But he had spent enough years in the position of a commander to know what a commander expected. So he kept his mouth shut and did as told, running in lines, pushing himself up from the ground, and then sitting up from the ground.

In his experience, the only running one should be doing was towards the enemy, a dash that ended with an attack. And anyone unfortunate enough to find himself on the ground would be dead by sword, axe or horses' hooves in seconds. So he could not see the importance of the drills themselves, only that they were a means of forcing the recruits to bond. That Arthur could not argue with.

He retrieved Excalibur from its resting place by the tree line, then left both it and his shirt in the sand as he walked to the shoreline, wading just deep enough to splash water over his head and chest. The water would dry to salt, but that was better than the stink of sweat to him.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb's opinion of the drills is similar to Arthur's, more confusion than anything, but now his body is exhileratingly weary, if sweaty and sticky as well. Grey Wind had taken part at first, but running back and forth bored the direwolf quickly and he'd loped off into the woods.

Robb wades out into the water, his sword and his shirt left on the beach. "What did you think?"

[worth_killing]

Arthur glanced to Robb, choosing his words. "I think they are familiar with a very different sort of warfare than we are," he said, believing of course that Adama, Shepperd and Shaw were doing their best. "They will teach us much, and hopefully we shall teach them as well. But I'm still not certain what the purpose of sitting up is," he added with dry humor.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb grins wryly at that. "I'm relieved to hear you say that," he admits, "if only because it means I wasn't the only one." He wades out further, his expression thoughtful. "I have heard the masters at arms sound very similar, though," he adds. They just hadn't said it to him.

[heartliketin]

Cain wasn't as young as some of the kids he saw running around and he just couldn't help the quiet pride he had watching Kendra run the drills. Like usual, he was hovering by the outskirts, more solemn than usual as he had to contend with Glitch's doubts about what he was doing and he watched quietly, smiling to himself under the shadows of his hat at the men and women he knew, performing to their very best.

[frakkup]

Ye gods. Kara sat her sweaty ass in the sand, rolling her eyes mightily towards the hot sun overhead the moment she landed. If Kendra Shaw had been a man, Kara would've looked for the boner, but as it was she only watched and waited. The woman wasn't likely to crack, was even less likely to crack in any noticeable way, but if there were signs of satisfaction to be had, Kara meant to smugly observe them.

[worth_killing]

Her face was familiar to Arthur. They had passed each other often enough, but he also remembered a conversation after Galahad had disappeared, something that stuck out sharply and painfully in his memory. He thought it best to begin to associate her with something else.

"Have you trained like this before?" he asked, friendly in his way for he was too tired bodily to hold to much formality.

[frakkup]

"Not since flight school," Kara grinned breathlessly. "Or maybe not even then." She jerked her head towards their new XO. "She's a hardass."

[worth_killing]

Arthur had never adopted such terms into his vocabulary, but he understood the meaning well enough. "As she should be. We're not her soldiers yet. But she does not breed resentment." No yet, at the least.

"Flight school?" he queried, turning to look Kara.