[center][h1][color=8493ca]Eric Fenris "Wolf"[/color][/h1][/center]

'These officers sure know how to blow hot air don't they.' I think to myself as all of a sudden chaos erupted around me. Another hot-headed officer shouted out my call-sign and started telling me stuff I already knew. Of course I'm an ass-hole, dealing with idiots your entire life will do that to you. Then of course there were the comments from the others that I barely heard over all the other rabble noise. Sighing inwardly I close my eyes for a quick second. This mission was going to be a chore. Why couldn't everyone just let me do my job? 

Every other unit I've been in usually started like this though. The officers would try to control me. Attempt to get me to be the "good soldier". They'd try being hard at first, thinking they can intimidate me into doing what they want. They'd threaten my life, rank, and pay, but that never worked. Then they'd try being nice, saying I won't ever get promoted past sergeant unless I straighten up. Oh well, I like my rank, I can do what I need to do without all the political B.S. that comes with being an officer. Eventually though every officer comes around and accepts it. I'm a soldier, and a damned good one. Once my boots hit the battlefield they see who I really am. A God damned killer of men and all they need to do is point me in the right direction and let me go. Yea combat is the only place I care to follow orders, as long as they're not a mistake.

'BANG BANG BANG!' The sound reverberated around the big hanger, snapping my eyes open. I had to force myself to not level my rifle at Commander Monroe's head as my combat reflexes tried to kick in at the unexpected gunfire. My wide eyes, fast breathing, and a slight twitch of my finger touching the trigger on my rifle, were the only signs of the quick struggle against instinct. I take a breath to calm myself as the Commander speaks. Slinging my rifle over my shoulder, and petting Lea's head a bit, but not for very long as the Commander shoved a piece of paper into my chest. Grabbing it with my hand I glance at my bunk assignment before looking up at the Commander. She has guts, and a strength about her that I haven't seen in the higher ranks before. 

"Very well, M'am. I believe we have an understanding," I tell her, snapping a quick salute. My eyes not leaving hers for the brief formal moment. "If that is all, M'am, I'll set up my bunk and get on with cleaning this tub," I add. Waiting a few moments for a reply before heading into the ship, Lea trailing behind me, her bushy tail wagging. 

I find my assigned room and drop my bags on one of the beds, along with my rifle before sitting down. I watch Lea as she walks around the room sniffing at the other beds and simple furnishings before coming back over to me. Staring into her dark brown eyes I can't help but smile. "Always in a good mood aren't you girl?" I ask her with a small chuckle. She just barks and wags her tail a bit as I pat her head. After a few moments of just petting Lea I straighten up on my bed and stretch. The servos of my arm whining quietly with the strain. "Well, let's get this over with," I say to myself as I look around for a broom before starting to sweep the small room.