Bandy's long face remained unmoved, showing neither his thoughts or emotions.
Listening to Jennings, Bandy mentally shrugged to himself. He wasn't impressed, but then again his views of honor and all the baggage it entailed tended to contrast highly with his Clan upbringing. Honor was found in serving, not in some obscure personal glory. And ego? It was another alien concept to him. Bandy took pride in his accomplishments and his work, always fighting and striving to be at his best, of course. But he had always done so in a quiet sort of way. He was humble, at least in comparison to most Clanners. After all, couldn't a warrior fight with complete commitment and to the utmost of his ability without having to crow about it? It was another mark against him in Clan society. As if his height and birth weren't enough.
Saying goodbyes? Internally, Bandy snorted. Who would he have said goodbye to? He was fairly sure that any 'goodbyes' conveyed to him would have been far more in line with 'good riddance.'
As their commander gave his speech, Bandy became aware of the undercurrent of tension within the room. Given the mix of so many different Clans, both Trueborn and freebirth, that was understandable enough. Mix that with the anticipation everyone must have to try themselves against a new foe while leaving behind the world they had all known, it became bloody obvious. Still there was something else.
The warrior had some excellent questions. Personally, Bandy would just have waited for orders instead of asking so hastily. That was the nice thing about living in a caste society: those above you told you what you needed to know, when you needed to know it. He was also puzzled by those checking their wristcoms right at that exact moment; did they think the bunk assignments were going to change between now and the time they left the room? For his part, Bandy stoically kept his focus on Jennings' answers and instructions. The leader deserved his attention; anything else could wait until he was properly dismissed."What is the name of our mercenary group? Also where are we operating and what is our first mission."
That was when Bandy realized the additional tension in the room somehow revolved around the warrior who had just spoken. Some of the others kept glancing at her. Is she famous or something? Should I know of her? What was the problem? Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with him, so he decidedly ignored it.