Creed looked back at John smiling at the new recruit behind his mask. Though he soon got an alert that Bob was trying to send some data he raised a finger for John to hang on a second. As he began setting to work intercepting it checking for any classified data in Bob's code. He could see through it with only minor problems. Though he soon let it be sent to it's destination, the nano machines did far more then just track ones mental health, and physical health. They also monitored any data that the pilots tried to send or receive, to prevent any secret information from being leaked. He only let the pilots know what was important at the time.

He then turned back to John, and offered his hand to him.
"My name is Creed, I'm the project manager. I know exactly who you are, after all I was the one that picked you. Along with every pilot for Project Roboticka," He said chuckling softly.
He moved through the line, and saw the fresh amazing food. It was actual food biscuits, mashed potatoes, and real meat. Creed broke into a happy dance as he got his food, as he was more then ecstatic to finally get something other then grey mush.

Saren walked to the training room, figuring he'd practice his forms. Seeing as it helped him to concentrate, and push past the memories. It was incredibly therapeutic to have a sword in his hands. Only to be surprised by strange bed like tube things with helmets. One of the scientists approached Saren.
"What training would you like? Solo training or group training? Along with what weapon would you like to train with? Or do you wish to practice with your mech," they asked.
"Uh solo, and sword please," Saren said.
The scientist nodded, and walked away to a lit up bed that whirred slightly. The scientist typed away at a touch screen, and then motioned for Saren to lay down. Saren gulped nervously as he had no idea what was going on. Then laid down, and the scientist put the helmet on. Then shut the tube, and pressed the button that made Saren sleep. When he opened his eyes again he was alone in an empty field with a katana in his hands.