Cleon coughed and sputtered, exclaiming in a horse voice, "They will?!" He suddenly cleared his throat, "Sorry about the sarcasm. I know all about them vibes." He continued smoking. 

The medic hit him with a question, [i]been here before I take it?[/i] He scratched his chin a little and let out a puff, "Wait, where?- I mean, Sotra, no I've never been." He stumbled on his words for a second. "This planet don't have enough positive waves for me to visit." He said, fairly certain that she was hoping for a different answer. "Just feel them positive waves, and stay in formation. You'll be with the headquarters team, in the middle of the squad, RIGHT NEXT to the Rooster, baby." He said, referencing himself as the squad main gunner. "And I will be playing some good music that'll help calm everyone."

A squad was made up of three teams. Alpha, bravo, and headquarters. HQ was always in the middle of formation, and included the heavy gunner, the squad leader, the medic, and the long range radio man. It might also include a mortar section, on occasion. Cleon called himself the Rooster in reference to the fact that he carried the biggest gun in the squad, and metaphorically the watcher over the hens. He never really tooted his own horn, he just liked the sound of the name.

Cleon always made it his goal to keep everyone calm and happy to be there. New people were his main targets.

"Hey, you might want a few puffs on one of these while we're out there." He tossed a cigarette to the medic, "and you, new guy." He tossed another one to the new private sitting next to her. "Just keep thinking positive thoughts, and we'll have some good waves."