Iver helped the tiny Healer to her feet, then made his way over to where his squad was standing next to a cart after retrieving his sword and knives. Among his squad, Iver sat down on one of the crates gingerly, his whole body aching from the fight, but he did his best to not show he was in pain. The young man looked around the docks, taking in the small number among the crowd applauding for 9th Squad’s victory and of course booing for it as well; he watched as money changed hands with both smiles and grimaces. Of course there was betting on the brawl, he was amongst mercenaries now. The majority of them would bet on just about anything for entertainment. Mercenaries would also now respect the Marine squad after the display they showed against the Heavies.

Iver looked around his squad, examining what he could of each of them when the leader of the entire Fifth Echelon came right up to them. Iver shakily stood to his feet and about saluted the man before he once again realized he was amongst mercenaries; it would definitely take getting used to for him. The commander apologized to the squad of Heavies about them being the ones to be placed on the floating bomb called The [i]Raggaton[/i]. Iver was furious; the damn old fool should be apologizing to 9th Squad on their injuries or for having to fight in the first place. Hunter must have read Iver’s mind, because he stepped up and said what he wanted to to the old man. By way of response, the commander apologized to 9th Squad and then stated they would be sailing on his ship.

[i]Oh, this can’t be good for us…[/i], Iver thought as the old man and his Mage companion walked around from the Marines. 9th Squad’s Sergeant turned and complimented them as the old man left. Iver nodded in thanks to his new Sergeant. Looking around, Iver saw how banged up the squad really was. He was the most injured amongst his squad, but he would be fine. When Acele asked to go aid the squad they had just thrashed, Iver couldn’t help but smirk in her direction; she definitely fit the role of Healer well. Iver watched her go off and help the other squad.

In her absence, Iver went back to examining the dock at large, taking in the ranks of the Fifth Echelon. Each one of them had a unique background and experience as well as skills they brought to the army. Iver then went back to examining his own squad, wondering at each one of their sets of skills. They were mostly made up of Marines, so they were going to most likely act as a sort of Special Operations group.

When the Healer returned, Iver allowed Cynric to get his aid first. He would be fine for a while; he only had a dull headache and some scrapes and bruises here and there.