"Oh, being in intelligence isn't bad at all, it is just that none of the Armstrongs in our long history have [i]ever[/i] been anything other than Warfare division, or the equivalent of it for the time," Ajax explained, "But he was a bit weird in other ways too... we don't talk about it much in our family, not that I minded personally."

"Uh oh, is that a Knight I hear? The loud clanging of your armor gave you away again, my friend!" Ajax said as he turned to greet his longtime companion, "Maybe someday, if you keep trying hard enough, you'll get promoted to a King and only have one name!" Ajax erupted into a one-man cacophony of laughter which echoed and layered in the long concrete and steel garage. Nobody else laughed at the stupid joke, that was okay, Ajax didn't care.

"Oh! Looks like it is time to go! Come, Duke, let us find our glory on the battlefield!" Ajax turned as if to get into vehicle 95, which was empty and without a driver, and when we realized this he turned back, his stoic face contorted as if in horror at the realization that he was going to have to fit inside of 94 with everybody else. He looked at Duke and quickly shouted "Shotgun!" And ran for the front seat position next to the driver. When he opened the door the driver had already put his hand out and was shaking his head. It was apparent that he, nor anybody else, would get the luxury of that particular seat, "Well, I am sorry everyone, it looks like I will have to cram myself in there with the rest of you, I tried. To make it up to you all, I promise to lead you all in a round of post-arrival stretches to work out the cramps and fatigue of the road! It will be [b]grand[/b]!"

And so with efficient effort, Ajax forced himself into the back of the unit and there he sat crumpled up as small as he could get himself to be. It was quiet for a while as the vehicle began the run down the road. "So, uh, for those of you who do not know me, I am Ajax Armstrong, as you may have guessed I am in Warfare. I specialize in defense. I am the front line, I am the wall. I am your shield, so stand behind me, and you will never fall! HaHA!" He laughed at his own limerick. It wasn't intended, but he felt extra clever for it for the moment. Though he noticed that the burst of laughter only came from him and that nearly everyone in the personnel carrier winced a little at the volume, "Sorry. I will try to keep it down."