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"Wake up Princess, you're home" A mans voice that she didn't recognize woke her up, she opened one eye and saw a rather handsome young black cat glaring over her. He was leaning on a pair of crutches, and it looked like he had been shaved recently, and his left leg was in a rather crude plaster cast that had been adorned with pictures of rainbows and butterflies.

She looked up to his chest and saw the patch that identified him as a Corperal, and immediately jumped to attention, or at least she tried to, her harness still being strapped in, all she managed to to was give him a patheitic salute and herself a few new bruises on her shoulders. This prompted the Cat to start howling with laughter.

When he finally managed to stop laughing, he reached down and unbuckled the still sore Aeslin. "You're all right kid, now come on, let's get some grub in you." He offered his hand to help her up, and Aeslin accepted, because hot damn, that harness smarted.

"What's your name Princess?" The black Cat asked as they stepped down the cargo ramp of the Herc'. "It better not be anything fluffy and sissy like 'Samantha' or 'Kathrine'. Because then I'd have to curbstomp your parents."

Aeslin snapped to attention and recited her rank and serial number, like she was drilled to do in Boot. "Private Aeslin Vrostock, 250 758 369, SIR!"

The Cat just sighed and shook his head, "Princess, here, there are no salutes, no rank, no nothing. I'd better take you to Napolean before lunch, he'll tell you what's what." Aeslin just cocked an eyebrow, and twitched her whiskers, a sign that she was more confued than a clown at a bloodsport. "Come on Princess, you'll like Tim. He's a cool guy."

They walked in silence over the half Kilometre to where Tim was keeping watch, past the Mess Hall which smelled exactly like her High School Cafeteria, and the Timmies, the only Tim Hortons in a thousand Kilometres, read the sign. The line up stretched out past the door, and then some. Which caused her to chuckle and drool a little at the same time.

They reached the perimetre, and walked up to the tower where two voices were having a heated argument over poker hands. This was promptly interupted as the Cat threw one of his crutches up over the lip of the tower, a good 3 metres up. Then the second, which was much less graceful as he had to lean one hand against the ladder to keep balanced. Luckily it was grabbed by a white furred paw before it fell back down on top of him. Aeslin just looked at this in amazement, unsure of what to do. Her train of thought was interrupted as the Cat waved towards the ladder, beckoning her forward, "Ladies first,"

She winked at him and threw her pack at the bottom of the ladder before she started climbing, flicking her tail into the Cats face as she ascended; which caused a chuckle from below. Near the top of the ladder, the same white furred hand that had snatched the crutch in mid air was offered to her. Grabbing it she pulled herself up the rest of the way, in front of her stood a skunk, minus a tail, and a chocolate brown ferret, who was peering towards the horizon in a pair of binoculars.

She turned around and leaned forward, offering her own paw to the Cat as he climbed up the ladder, or rather hobbled, as his left leg was still in a cast. He smiled as he grabbed the offered appendage, and hoisted himself over the top. He grabbed the railing and lifted himself up, and then leaned against it.

The cat spoke up, breaking the silence, "She's... Umm... Some hard to pronounce Slavic name, I'm just calling her Princess for now" he said, jabbing a thumb in her direction.

She sighed and recalled all the times someone had mispronounced her name, it was a lot anyways. "It's Aeslin, Aeslin Vrostock."

"Right ,well anyways, here we are, this here is Tim, we call him Napolean on account of his heritag-"

"Oh sod it, I grew up in Montreal," the Skunk shot at him.

"Ahem", he glared at Tim, "That over there is Shroud, the local pyro, lovingly referred to as Bomber" Aeslin glanced over at the Ferret, who was still peering out into the distance. He lifted a paw and gave a wave over his shoulder. "Unimaginative I know, I mean, it's kinda generic, but if you can think up a better name, by all means, let's hear it."

Aeslin chuckled, "How about Rainbow, because he must be gay, I mean, I'm the only peice of tail in a thousand Kilometres, and he's content looking at sand dunes." This made Tim and the Cat burst out laughing, they were rolling on the floor in hysterics.

Hank turned around and put the Binocs on his belt, looking at her for the first time. He didn't say a word, just stared at her, while the other two were still laughing harder then a pair of third graders at a fart joke. Aeslin started to feel kinda uncomfortable, his gaze wasn't wavering, he just stared.

"I like it" He said, then turned around and went back to watching the horizon. His comment spawned a fresh bout of laughter out of Tim and the Cat, who were damn near in tears at this point. Eventually they calmed down enough to stand. Aeslin just shook her head, but she couldn't help but smile at these crazy bastards.

Tim gained his composure sooner than the Catdid, and pointed to the now coughing Cpl. who was sitting in a corner, trying to slow his heart down. "That fuzzy bitch over there is Robert, Lewis to his friends, but that's another story for another time." Robert flipped off Tim with the hand he wasn't hacking in to.

"Welcome to the Sandbox kid,"