Tavin rose from his bed enthusiastically and quickly donned his uniform. He stared at the insignia of Lieutenant Junior Grade with pride. Sure it certainly wasn't a high rank, but considering how many people had told him that his dreams of piloting his very own mech, especially in the famed 1st Vanguard, was merely a pipe dream, Tavin was ecstatic that he had proven all those people wrong. After admiring the stripes on his uniform and recalling the promotion ceremony less than a week ago, he was suddenly brought back to the present by the sound of a notification on his data pad. The young man walked over to his desk where the wondrous piece of technology laid and looked to see what it was that interrupted his day dreaming. [b]"... Transport has already been arranged yadda yadda yadda... Briefing Room 2 blah blah blah... meet rest of squad... Aaaaand, okay. Time to get a move on."[/b] Pocketing the pad, Tavin opened the door out of his room and began to make his way to the transport bay where he could get a ride to deck of the ship where Briefing Rooms were located.

When Tavin arrived, he checked to make sure he had arrived at the right room once he saw the lack of activity in the room. After confirming he had arrived at the right location and at the correct time, Tavin took one of the many empty seats of the room. He hadn't recognized the admiral's assistant or his new Commanding Officer and so he ignored any formalities and just sat down in the seat nearest to the door. He looked at the display at the front of the room, analyzing it to see if it held any kind information that would tell him any specifics on what this briefing was about.