John's head spun the moment the Commander mentioned clean slates. The mobile communicator in his right pocket had been vibrating almost non-stop since the word 'histories'. He simply ignored it and continued listening to the Commander's brief yet useful address.

He sighed internally as Erikal walked off, and turned carefully to the nearest isle in an attempt to leave when his efforts were stopped short by a young woman hardly 5 years senior to him, talking apparently to no one in particular, remained in his way. After painfully extracting himself from behind her slow pace he positioned himself near the corner of his own MECH's hangar, where he still had full view of the courtyard and vice-versa, and relieved himself of the communicator that was burning a hole in his pocket. I attached the device to his ear, guarded mic extending to his mouth, and spoke simply,"Go."