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Alright - making a post right now.

Edit: On second thought, I'm way too tired to write. I'll be back in twelve or so hours.
Things are heating up.
Harold was mildly scowling at that point. All the microaggressions that these kids have been casting his way, coupled with the proposal of so much pseudo-tactical babble which no self-respecting Naval Academy would ever teach were piling up and getting to him. However, he did think that Lora's proposal of smaller maneuver elements to a larger dispersed squad to be reasonable, while Roger's ideas regarding unit composition seemed like rubbish that only a civilian would come up with. They made sense at the squad level, but with fireteams of only three members?

But then again, Framewerks were a different kind of weapons system. Perhaps Roger's proposal wasn't so unreasonable. Time would tell.

Ariin said that he'd received all kinds of combat training. But God Almighty, he talked like he learned nothing of soldiery in the several years he claimed he'd been educated that way.

And then Sigma, the silver-haired fourteen year old girl, performed an act that was more at home in a movie set than in real life. Her grace and skill and purposeful swiftness were simply perfect as she crouched and leaped and kicked - only for her foot to stop with but a mere inch of space between Harold's chin and her heel.

The former lieutenant was perfectly rigid at this point, never having moved or flinched. He shadowed the diminutive Sigma with his greater height, blue eyes peering down at the girl with a steely gaze. His expression was mostly impassive but the minor wrinkles gave off his extreme annoyance. Perhaps there was even anger. But then, after a pregnant and almost explosive pause, his shoulders slackened, and he sighed heavily. His hand slowly reached to the back of his neck and rubbed it tiredly.

"Alright," he said in a resigned tone, while eyeing Sigma and Ariin in particular. "I'm sure you kids are confident enough in your training and bloodlines and cybernetic enhancements and such, that you'd know the best way to fight, and be offended at the slightest questioning of your skill. I suggest that you don't bring the same arrogance when you finally face the Aliens in battle. They show off better than Sigma here, and leave people far more speechless than you just saw me."

"I'm not patronizing you. What I say is just how it is. Until then," he leaned back against the wall, suddenly regretting his lacks of cigarettes, "if anyone wants my opinion, I'll be here."
There's really good material to keep the posts flowing. I'm glad character interaction is snowballing rapidly.
@Penultimate_Pi@Mr Rage

To Lora's outburst, Harold was not the least bit irritated, only further confused. He understood that perhaps a situation as unfamiliar as the one that they were in raised the ire in some people. As an officer, he wasn't used to being addressed so directly and so pointedly, but Lora didn't look intimidating enough to be taken that seriously. She apologized quickly, too, so he further saw no reason to be offended. It did seem like she did not know her place - but again, he reckoned that only a few of the group had any formal military training in the first place.

Ariin's speech about rights and human beings really hammered that in, if the stark prevalence of pubescent ages didn't make it obvious enough. He'd let such disrespect slide, for now.

"It's alright," he said to the raven-hared girl, smiling diplomatically. "I understand that this whole situation can be tough on some of us. I do agree on your proposal, that in the case we would be fighting with each other, on splitting ourselves into separate teams that could each act as an independent maneuver element. It's tactically damn sound. Say, did they teach you squad tactics when they trained you in Framewerks?"

Zim's support for him raised Harold's spirits. He was even flattered, although he'd never admit it. He'd mistakenly thought Zim's age to be far younger than he actually was, owing to his diminutive size, but it occurred to him that his way of speaking entailed the wisdom which only age bestowed.

"I look forward to teaching you folks what I know," said Harold, as Zim concluded his speech of reason and before he turned to Katya. "Hell, I've got a license just to do that."

Then it occurred to him that perhaps he was being too loud. Such bluster was common within the Service, but he was beginning to think that this manner of speech might be considered as arrogant to the uninitiated. Circumstances, circumstances...
@Natsucooldude

Oh man, that letter. They're not screwing around.

Also, because of this and that regarding the Military section of the Harmony's sheet, Wen Ten Xei's honor guards will not have ranged weaponry and my first IC post has been edited accordingly.
I should really be asleep by now, but I keep refreshing the page, expecting a reply.
"In contrast," Harold turned to Ariin, "I wouldn't trust a soldier who'd refuse an order from a clearly superior officer. But I do agree about the whole not-fighting part. The old man's words were pretty vague, and I wouldn't want to see us hurting each other, as much as that is possible. But let's remember our place - we're cadets, in the Military, in the Armed Service - and if the lady officer or the professor say 'Jump!', we bend our asses over for them and ask 'How high?'"
Maybe the good GM could change it so that we'll be fighting against holographic Cruxi or whatever so Harold doesn't embarrass himself.

His alibi if the latter case doesn't happen is that he wasn't paying attention from the shock of seeing the younger characters taking part in such a dangerous experiment.
Welp, I managed to make a post. Harold's doing a little speech, and thinks that Sigma is a pretty little girl!
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