As the shuttle finally settled on the landing lad, the rear doors opened and the dozen or so passengers inside peered blinking out into the daylight. Zyrell waited patiently as a Sergeant walked over with a pair of guards and began barking orders into the shuttle, directing the startled recruits to form a line in front of their new commanding officer. Sure enough, the new arrivals slowly shuffled out of the confined space of the spacecraft and formed themselves into less of a line, more a horseshoe shape around Zyrell. In the back of his mind he was reminded of the sort of screaming that his own Drill Sergeant had issued when the cadets could not form a simple line, but he resisted the urge to let fly. After all, if his short time with the Rebellion had taught him anything, it would be that the Imperial way was not always the best one.
"Good morning, recruits. Welcome to Corellia. My name is Captain Zyrell Nalto and I am the encumbent Commandant of Aurek Base, tbe camp where you'll be put through your basic training. I expect for some of you, this will be a mere formality..." Zyrell paused for a moment, this last phrase seeming to be aimed towards Talen-Jei. He had worked alongside many a Trandoshan hunter in the past, and it seemed like the creatures where bred for combat. He had no reason to think this one would be any different, if his personnel file was even half true. He then sharply turned towards the Ithorian with a condescending smirk. "... for others, this will be a test of whether or not you have what it takes to fight for the cause. But worry not. If you are found to be unfit for combat, the Alliance still needs mechanics, doctors, shuttle pilots... every man and woman here will have the chance to make a contribution, one way or another. Sergeant Xesh?"
"Yes, Captain?" The Weequay Sergeant stepped forward, holding his rifle with one hand as he snapped off a sharp salute. Unlike Zyrell, he was wearing the urban camo variant of the Alliance uniform complete with helmet and carrying all of his field gear with him. The Sergeant always had the look of a man who expected a battlefield to erupt around him at any given moment, and today was no different.
"I'm sure their shuttle ride was long and cramped. Can you take them for a short run to shake off the cobwebs, then off to the barracks to get themselves settled in? I want them all down at the shooting range and ready for drills by 0900." Zyrell replied with a slight grin, relishing the ripple of a moan he heard rush through the crowd at the mention of running. He once again thought back to his own Academy days and how much he despised running laps. It was good to be the one in charge for a change.
"Aye, sir! RIGHT! YOU 'EARD THE MAN! STEP TO IT, MAGGOTS!" The Weequay barked as he and the two other soldiers took up their positions, herding the new recruits into something more resembling a straight line before jabbing them roughly with their rifles to get them moving.