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At 0200 the Easy Eights had fallen into Formation within the bowels of the C-9 Skytrain V, a cargo/transport vessel in The Colonial Marine Aerospace Wing. Not as large as the Conestoga Class vessels, it was still a large and formidable ship. The Ground Force units were on the very bottom level of the ship. It consisted of Berthing, an Armory, Mechanical Room, Tech Room, Situation Room, Weight Room, Cryo-Chamber for long flights, gym/training field, and Mess Hall.
The chamber was large enough to house an entire Rifle Platoon. The Easy Eights had a total strength of 25 marines when you counted all the total personnel involved: The Lieutenant, APC Drivers, Cheyenne Crew, and the Squads. Besides the Two Primary Squads the Eights also had two squads led by another of Lieutenant Gruber's Self Picked Sergeants. Sergeant Maighread Forney led the Call Shots and the Anchor Shots. All Four Squads stood ready for Review.
"Attention, Attention. Titans Dreaming is nearing its Port of Call, I repeat we have reached the outer limits of Pluto's Orbit. We will be making drop in three hours. All personnel slated for duty have your gear stowed by 0430."
The intercom went silent as LT. Gruber approached Sergeant Abdovah, "Sergeant, are your squads ready for review?" She asked as she returned his salute.
"Ma'am, yes Ma'am."
"Very well, lead me through the ranks."
The Lieutenant and Sergeant moved to stand before Corporal Hall.
"Corporal Hall, is your squad ready for review?"
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