[h3][i]Nautilus Cruiser-4:30 am SLT (standard Libra Time)[/i][/h3] Even before the alarm rang to rouse him from sleep Ito had already started his day with the warm up to his daily exercises, nothing major; two hundred push-ups, three hundred and fifty sit ups just enough to get his heart pumping. As the quiet alarm finally sounded at its designated time Ito stood up and took a moment to stare out of his window at the place of his birth. His squad’s assignment was to down to the planet’s surface and retrieve some sort of vital information in a Centra city, the content was of no consequence to him but it would finally give him a good test outside of the simulator to see how he truly fared against the world with his rifle. At the thought of his rifle, Ito turned back to his desk and eyed the beautiful piece of weaponry as it lay in a very precise mess. One could almost admire the precision with which performed its function even if Ito personally didn’t particularly enjoy the actual act of killing anything. As the clock turned to 4:45 Ito dressed himself and went through his daily prayers, yet another tradition instilled on him. The quite almost serene sound of a small bell resonated through the room as Ito silently mumbled his prayers to his ancestors, even his parents whom he despised with a passion. As he slowly fingered the prayer beads he did his best to release the stress and worry about the events of the upcoming day flow through and out of him. As with every other day, he was unsuccessful. [h3][i]Nautilus Carrier-Training Hall-5:30 am SLT[/i][/h3] After his almost exhausting morning Ito made his way to the training area in the hopes to get in a quick work out into his extremely busy day. The hall was surprisingly busy for this time of morning, most likely due to the fact that there was a deployment soon and everyone was wanting to get in a workout before they were dropped into war. As Ito began going through his workout regimen he couldn’t help but ponder over the particular mission that was assigned to him and his squad after all he and his crew were considered a valuable military asset, so it would make more sense to send them out into the fray of combat instead of sending them on a drop and snatch. The building acid in his muscles alerted him that was spending too much time on the weight bench as he gently put the bar back into its position for the next person to use it. It suddenly dawned on Ito that he hadn’t actually remembered what he was lifting, taking a moment to look at the weights he had stacked on either end. [i]’295 lbs. Not bad…could be better though…’[/i] As he walked over to the sparring simulator another interesting fact dawned on him, he was receiving stares and hushed comments from the others within the hall. While this is something that he had grown accustomed to, the fact that all this was coming from a military ship with supposed ‘professionals’ is what was truly irritating him. As a he was running through one of the many simulations that he put himself through Ito could feel the overwhelming stare of one person in particular. The overwhelming feeling of anger coming from the piercing stare was starting to unnerve him to the point that it was interrupting his work out, finally stopping the simulation and confronting the person directly. [b]”Can I help you soldier, or are you just staring for your own enjoyment?”[/b] “Yeh actually I have a bit of a problem…ya see, we were actually waiting on the simulator before you so rudely ignored the proper procedures and jumped the line.” [b]”Well I apologize, if you would be so kind as to allow me to finish this particular session I will be out of your way in just a moment.”[/b] That wasn’t what Ito was really wanting to say, but his station prevented him from actually saying the terrible things that was just boiling over in his mind. “That’s just not going to cut it…I say that we take it from you now!” [b]”What’s your name soldier?”[/b] “Not that it’s any of your business but it’s Nyles…Aaron Nyles.” [b]”Alright Aaron I have a proposition for you. How about me and you fight one on one? Winner gets to decide who gets to use the simulator…deal?[/b] Aaron’s friends suddenly lost color and almost instantly took one step back, they apparently knew who and what Ito was, Aaron however, was not that lucky. “Sounds good…it’ll only take a second to wipe the floor with you.” As both boys took their fighting stances Ito was already calculating the fastest way to finish this fight. The boy was obviously arrogant and hot headed so he would most likely start with an all-out assault aiming for the easy knock out points, from his stance he wasn’t mixed martial artist so he would most likely be using the standard boxing style expecting Ito to be doing the same. The match was already over before Aaron threw his first haymaker. Quickly dodging the wild punch Ito drilled him hard in the solar plexus with a devastating cross right, instantly dropping the boy to his knees and groaning from lack of oxygen. The others stared at Ito expecting him to go into a frenzy much as their comrade would, but were surprised when Ito simply bowed and left the hall. Under his breath he muttered something like, [i]’Stupid fucking idiot’[/i] in native Hong Desa. The smirk could be seen by all he passed back to his room. [h3][i]Nautilus Cruiser-Drop ship bay-8:00 am SLT[/i][/h3] The incident in the training hall had disrupted his entire schedule, causing Ito to go back to his room and pray for forgiveness from his ancestors for such a violent display, even though it was thrilling to put someone like Nyles in his place. As the appropriated time approached to meet with the rest of his crew Ito took a few moments to follow a ceremony meant when warriors would put on their armor for war, although it was meant for someone else to help him. The white and grey jacket felt sung as he pulled it over his head, the pants tightened as he strapped the various ammo packs and other essentials he would need. Anything else was placed carefully into a military designed backpack meant to contain supplies and other things. When everything else was in place Ito looked at his helmet, a simple red design with two black almost soulless looking eyes and two respirator holes to filter air through. The brilliant red (along with the theme of his entire suit) was meant to show to everyone that he was from Hong Desa on Libra, a thought which actually filled him with an odd sort of pride. Placing the helmet on and grabbing the case which contained the Longbow, Ito marched towards the hangar which would hold the drop ship meant to deliver him and his friends to the planet’s surface. The echoes of his boots were lost to him as he kept a dead stare ahead of him. The soldiers he passed were all commenting on the vibrant colors he wore and instantly recognized him as a Guardian and move to let him pass. As he entered the hanger he noticed an older officer who seemed like he was having an aneurism fueled by anger, [i]’Yup…this is the right place’[/i] Ito boarded the ship without even acknowledging the sergeants existence and moved to step inside. Once there Ito let out a sigh of relief as he saw his friends being the weird and strange people that they were. Aurelia and Wren seemed to be ready to kill each other while Eric and Selene stood back and watched, a better place to be when all hell broke loose. As he approached them both Ito gave a deep respectful bow and addressed them by the honorific titles, [b]”Hello , . So…what have I missed. What exactly did Wren say or do to piss Aurelia off now?”[/b]