Mako Mori... The name was well know to anyone versed in Jaeger history. Whether or not she still piloted in combat, Cameron didn't know, but the media had credited Mori and Becket with almost single-handedly closing the first Breach. A pretty high standard to live up to. Truth be told, Cameron was already dubious about becoming a Jaeger pilot; long hours in the sim had shown him that damn near everything he had learnt in the Rifles was useless against the Kaiju. You couldn't bring a rifle to a fist-fight and despite the occasional gun mount, most Jaeger combat was essentially giant robot wrestling. Granted, he could hold his own in close combat, but still... He shook it off, trying to convince himself that he wouldn't be here if the PDC didn't think him capable.

As they toured the base, he took the time to gauge his fellow recruits and was a little taken aback by what he saw. Half of them were kids, barely out of their teens and only a few looked like they'd seen combat. Two caught his eye, both clearly military; the Scotch lad had all the bearing of a battlefield officer, something Cameron could sympathise with and respect, though there was a certain hardness there too. The woman, Razor or perhaps Tommie, seemed like a laugh, but he found it hard to see past her outer cheerfulness. She clearly had some specialist experience judging from the way she gave everyone a subtle once-over; military police perhaps, or counter terrorist? Didn't particularly matter though, he conceded. She looked more than competent. As for the kids, well... The lads seemed to be playing silent so no joy there and the French girl hadn't said much either; either they were all understandably nervous or just psyching themselves up for the tests ahead. [i]Which in hindsight, I ought to be doing as well...[/i]

As he was observing the others, the tour had come to an end. Cameron gave Mori's retreating back a crisp salute and turned to the others. A few had peeled off already, off to do whatever potential pilots did in their free time, leaving Cameron to muse over how to spend his. Three hours was a lot of time to burn on a military base and even though he had been stationed here once before, the layout had changed over the last decade. Deciding that being social was his best bet, he tried to get to know his new comrades. [b]'Well then... Since we're all going to be sleeping and dying together, how's about we toss out some names?'[/b] With Razor flirting her way into Frenchie's knickers, he tried the young lads instead, extending one hand companionably. [b]'Cameron Arkwright, ex-British Army. You boys done much Jaegering before?'[/b]