07-06-2021, 01:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2021, 01:20 AM by MSgt Khayman Tamaroa.)
His gear cleaned and properly stowed away, the Sergeant, disdaining the use of a cover having never really cared for hats, doubled checked the pistol holstered at his hip, then stepped out of his quarters. He figured Marcus would be up and about already, the kid was like clockwork, but wondered if Aaron and Veigo would have their asses in gear as well. Striding across the grounds toward the main building, he gave a wide birth to the small barracks housing the two female Psi-stalkers. Something about them causing his skin to crawl whenever they were around.
Entering the building, he looked around for the ever present guardians of the three, knowing that the Dog boys would make their presence known. After all these years of training Marcus, Aaron, and Veigo, and showing them nothing but respect, they still harbored hatred and for the life of him, he couldn't understand why.
Knowing that the first of business after personal grooming would be chow, he headed for the mess hall.
Entering the building, he looked around for the ever present guardians of the three, knowing that the Dog boys would make their presence known. After all these years of training Marcus, Aaron, and Veigo, and showing them nothing but respect, they still harbored hatred and for the life of him, he couldn't understand why.
Knowing that the first of business after personal grooming would be chow, he headed for the mess hall.