Hunter turned around as Viktor carried Acele to him. Frowning, he shook his head. Her exhausting herself will do no good - but this wasn't bad, now everybody knew her limits and could therefore coordinate her healing more responsibly when things actually got hairy. 

"Healers, eh?" replied the Sergeant, putting a hand on Acele's forehead to see if she had a fever. The skin seemed cool to him.

"We'll be sleeping in the quarters downstairs, on the hammocks." added Hunter, gazing over at the marines that have already been on the ship. Although not all of them were old or of middilng age, each and every one of them had a look of a veteran. These soldiers have already been through several battles with the Fifth Echelon - that much was obvious.

"1st Legion's 2nd and 3rd Marine Squads are aboard this ship with us. We'll be sharing the sleeping quarters downstairs with them. I recommend we put her down on a hammock downstairs, give her some time to rest."

As Hunter finished talking, he turned to see Eben Ral and his mage accomplice board the ship. The gangplank was removed from the port as the ship's sails were raised. And so they leave The Alabaster City... To god knows where.

The imposing leader looked over the ship before raising his voice. "Sergeants, have you and your squads assembled on the deck in a bell as we set sail. Orders and information will be given to you. After that... Well, we got a few barrels of rum and ale that might make the journey a tad bit more pleasant."

Several of the marines on board answered back with some [I]Hoorays![/I] to the alcohol remark, but Hunter knew better. Bringing alcohol with you on the ship usually meant the journey is going to be extremely long - and the leaders wanted to upkeep their soldier's morale before they hit the fray at whatever location they were sailing to.

Hunter turned around to face the squad-members that haven't scattered about yet.

"You heard the man, let's rest up and get ourselves 'comfortable' on the ship. Got to meet up on the deck in a bell."

As Hunter was about to leave downstairs to lay down for a little, he was accosted by two men - one a lithe, but tall figure with an extremely pale complexion, as well as long blonde hair. Chain armor and leather adorned his build, with startlingly blue eyes focused on Fyn. The other man was a much more down-to-earth looking fellow, with black hair and the look of a woodsman on his face - if it wasn't for the scar that reached from underneath the right eye all the way to the left corner of his mouth, or the countless tattoos all over his skin.

The pale marine begun first.

"Sergeant Hunter? I'm Sergeant Rein Loras. The brutish looking fellow to my left here is none other then Sergeant Herold Redlock. He's from the Itorian tribes of the Dissorian Forest... That scar is from his third marriage - to a bear. He also used to clip on parts of dead animals and things on his armor, but after being on the ship with him for... Well, fifteen minutes, we threatened mutiny and to throw him overboard if he didn't take them off."

Redlock shook his head with a disapproving frown.

"Shut it Loras. The scar is [i]not[/i] from a marriage, and what the fuck would you know of our traditions that go back thousands of years, you Arrasian fairy?"

Hunter raised his eyebrow at that. Arras... Those people are seldom seen around Mirhandia, usually isolated all the way to the south of the continent by The Graedurha Mountains. The Whitewater Sea, and all the unknown expanse that goes to the south of it, brought in beastlings and strange creatures on the shore of Arras - which always kept that nation in military readiness. Fyn couldn't help but chuckle as the two Sergeants bickered. Looks like this was a frequent argument.

"Sergeant Loras, Sergeant Hairlock... I'm Sergeant Hunter. Wish I could tell you which mystic, far off land or tribe I'm from, but unfortunately I'm originally from the Jadelyn Empire. " began Hunter. "Was with the Jadelyn 1st until it's... Demise. After that, been all around the world, to be honest... and I'm no stranger to your homelands."

Loras smirked, regarding Fyn with a curious glance. "No better army has been fielded by any nations in hundreds of years..."

Redlock nodded in agreement. "Sergeant... We've been through a lot in the past year. And by Oponn's luck, we're alive. We saw your squad take on the heaviest at the port, and we're impressed. But excuse me for stating that we're not [I]that[/i] impressed. We need to have each other's back out there. Make sure your squad is up for it - as I don't want anybody in my squad dropping because of your squad's failings."

Fyn put his hands behind his back as he looked over at Eben.

"Sergeant, I promise you that no such fuck ups or mistake will come from my squad... As long as you can promise me the same"

Loras and Redlock grinned at each other for a second, before clapping Hunter on the shoulder.

"Welcome to our Marine division then, Sergeant."