Eric Cooper walks towards the recruitment center, full of anxiety, as he should be. Bounty Hunters usually didn't turn into great soldiers, but he hardly had an option at this point. He had camouflaged his usually stark grey artificial arm to fit in with the tan, bronzed skin that he possessed. He wore casual clothing, though he was prepared to form his gear around him in case someone recognized him. Artemis remained quiet, noticing his mood. He walks over to the recruiting booth "Sir, I'd like to join the Fleet."