The sky was bright and cloudless over where the mobile base Tirisfal was docked, reflecting a myriad of colors off of its hull. In its shadow, Commander Zaran Lofton awaited his new transfers impatiently. There were other things he could potentially be doing aside from sitting here waiting for transfers, but this was what he was told to do. A good chance to get a small rest from the rigors of fighting the Ariscenian menace on a daily basis. That and it was definitely worth the time to meet the new transfers to his unit.
So he sat and waited for them all to get off of the transport ship, wishing to greet them all as they came.
(Bah. Could've done better, but hm. Intros please!)