[u][b]Mike Morel[/b][/u]

[u]Capital Base, Liberty.[/u]

Just another casual day at the base.

He was a fairly recent trainee. While he had the basic training done there was still much more for him to learn, and nothing learned would teach more than experience in the field. This would have to do though.

Mike walked with a skip to his step, something which made him stand out from all the grey folks who simply stood or walked where they went, not a hint of flair and little passion. Perhaps that might be an exaggeration but excess in happiness was not a common trait, not visibly at the least. He was having a good day and it was looking to get better.
After all, today was the day he was going to start Remote Piloted Combat Vehicle training.

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Once inside he strolled until he reached the staff only region of the building, a part which was pretty much most of the building since it was the Capital Base. Coming up to the secure entrance he scanned his card, stepped through the electronics scanner to ensure that there were no unregistered electronics present on him, presented his eye to the retina scanner, spoke his unit code aloud for the voice recognition software before the inner door opened, allowing him passage.

Walking through the clinical halls he bid friendly greetings to all his fellows, only some of which were reciprocated. Taking out his base approved breath freshener he sprayed into his mouth, a fresh minty sting refreshing the coat inside his mouth which helped conceal the foul odor of his breath.

He always arrived early when he could. It gave him an extra fifteen minutes to hang out and check the hussle and bustle. Today he figured he'd come check out the detention block, see what was up and such. After passing by and saying hey to a number of guards he passed on by a number of cells. He was just strolling, hands in his pockets as he milled by. He occasionally eyed his watch to make sure he wasn't running overtime.