[center][h1]Of Honor & Duty[/h1]
Gibraltar
Day 3, Morning[/center]

The cyborg had found his way to The Blackwing early that day, reporting for duty, as instructed by the Master of Blades, and he was placed in front of Lady Marrowblade's cabin. After their rather interesting encounter and the assurance of the incident two days ago, Gibraltar reported for the 'check-in' to see if he could be of any assistance for the wedding.  Of course, as he had expected, the Knight Captain was to be placed in the honor guard for the ceremony, and he was told to wear something formal. Being a cyborg, clothing was...more difficult to come across and his armor plating was technically his 'clothing' as it was his 'skin'. It wasn't until the next day that he found Lethal and requested that she apply a paint job to his armor plating, a solid, glossy coat of black paint, that would eventually be washed off in a chemical bath. At the same time he also requested that she fabricate a Spaulder armor piece to clip a sash onto, one that complimented the paint job.

He was given a matte grey spaulder piece, hastily fabricated and worked perfectly with the blood red sash he had from his old life.  The sash wrapped around his torso, and was emblazoned with the [url=http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy66/Hawkzombie/Stuff/Symbols-SR1-Clan-Raziel.jpg]symbol[/url] of the clan he used to fight and lead for; also attached was a pin recognizing his rank as a Knight Captain. His 'clothing' was simple, yet formal, a straight cut-to-the-point type of attire, something that fit his cut-to-the-point attitude. This attire of course meant something more to Gibraltar though, having served in the military his whole life, even before fighting alongside the knights of the tower, wearing a uniform, even a simple, formal uniform was a sign of respect.  Military taught one discipline, respect, honor, a soldier's uniform, especially their formal uniform, was an embodiment of those virtues that had been beaten into their skull.

He knew that the tower was a little more informal than most military outfits he had served in, being an officer he had witnessed this first hand, and yet, having served with these people for the short time he had, the respect and discipline was still there. He realized that many others might be wearing more traditional formal attire, less militaristic, but that was not how Gibraltar behaved, and he only hoped that Lord Highfell and Lady Marrowblade would understand this. Until that time though, Gibraltar would stand guard, his sensors ready to pick up the first sign of distress, his menacing form looming beside the door.