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[h3][color=f26522]Barracks>Hangar
Hanson Seuclid[/color][/h3][/center]
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The few ablemen and watchmen on free time relaxing in the barracks were all huddled together around a group of three men holding cards and glaring to one another. Sitting between them was the box of cards, preventing them from flying off in power loss, along with a set of slips for rations rubber banded together. Each of the soldiers were hesitant to reveal their cards, the one most relaxed sat on his bed with a smirk. His red hair contrasting the dark uniform he wore against the other crewmen. Finally one of the men relented and laid out his cards, and in response the second man smiled and set his down. The red haired shrugged and set his own down, barely beating the two in their impromptu game of cards.

[color=7ea7d8]"It's a good thing I've run out of rations when I met you boys. Didn't your friends ever tell you not to play against me?"[/color] Hanson spoke up as he grabbed the tickets on the table and counted them. While expecting a fist or a kick in retaliation, his eyes were trained down as the men stood up and left, knowing a confrontation would be detrimental to their own careers. Hanson scrunched up his face in reply, letting out a [color=7ea7d8]'tsk'[/color] before taking the slips in his fist and leaving. Outside of the gravity-equipped barracks, Hanson moved his way along the base to the hangar, figuring he could let off steam in the suits.

This military was practically made of pencil necks, few even confronted him in person, reporting his actions like he was some government lackey of old. [color=7ea7d8][i]If the Titans were back, each one of you bastards would be drilled into a shiv.[/i][/color] He pushed aside an ableman along the way as his emotions boiled up. Floating into the hangar, he looked around to the machines. Some he recognized enough to tell you their specs, others alien designs he couldn't make heads or tails of. Then there was his, midnight blue and fierce, its armor safe from ballistics while maintained, his greatest tool. Given they didn't allow him the use of infantry weapons, the mobile suit was his way of striking out. The ones giving him orders rarely changed, at least the high ups had a spine. All he had to do was wait till the war, war always changes boys to men.