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CT-27-1037 walked down the hallway, looking up every so often at the numbers above the doors in the barracks hall. 'Second Battalion, Charlie Company, Third Platoon... Finally found the right-' 1037 paused looking down and checking his orders '-one.' Stepping forward and pressing the button panel the door slid open in typical fashion. From what he had been told the entirety of this second training battalion was being stood up to be shipped off in the coming weeks. Something about a need for troops somewhere, things above his paygrade and all that.
As 1037 made his way in to the platoons quarters he would quietly adjust his DC-15S slung over his back. Clearing his throat as a few troopers passed him by, "I have orders to report to third platoon fourth squad... Which set of pods is fourth squad in?" He asked, addressing the room and anyone who might provide some guidance. 1037 stood as tall as the rest, sounded like the rest and generally looked like the rest of his brothers. The only current distinction being his shorter hair, dyed a lighter brown and slicked back in a stylized manner. His armor bore no markings, just a shiny white and his helmet sat beneath his arm.
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