[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjcyLjg5ZWJkZi5VMkZuYVNCUWJIVjBiMjQuMA/gelio.kleftiko.png[/img][hr][b]Port Algec[/b] | [b]Briefing[/b] | Launchpad 
[sub]Sagi Pluton | Mission Soldiers[/sub][hr][/center]

[indent][indent]The area beneath his left eye felt swollen and thrummed with rushing blood. Beneath his Earth Alliance suit however, his torso was greatly bruised; after all, he would only need to sit in a cockpit to perform his duties. The rotating personnel that supervised him often gave him 'corrections' but this newest soldier was odd. Sagi had personally recounted half-a-dozen insults he had threw at the older man with hardly a reply. Not a beating, threat, or warning. Just a passive smile or humorful remark. It was off putting and really annoying. A feeling of drifting away kept imposing itself on his usual childishness, even as he rode in the corner of the elevator; his helmet held against his chest tenderly. With a frown or a smirk; he honestly weren't sure, he peered at his crimson Dagger as it was loaded along with the other machines.

The older soldier spoke abruptly; his voice directed in volume and tone at him. It was reassuring, calm even. "I'll be keeping a close eye on you up there, Sagi. Do your part efficiently and to the best of your ability and I'll do the same, I'll make sure your feet touch solid ground again." 

Sagi let his head lay on the elevator; the shrinking view both scary and amusing. [color=#99ffff][b]"Save the shitty pep-talk for someone who needs it guard-dog,"[/b][/color] he said in lethal jest. [color=#99ffff][b]"I'll make it back on my own if I have to."[/b][/color]

[color=#99ffff][i]Cause I'm the Red Comet.[/i][/color]

The older man huffed a bit of laughter and fixed his eyes to the stale air and soldiers in front of him. "So you say."[/indent][/indent]