Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160131002349

There was a dull thunk as Petra's hand bounced off the plexi-glass. That wouldn't work.



"There hasn't been a headcount yet, but I don't doubt it.  We give his squad some liberty with how they operate.  That's why he reports directly to me."

"Actually, sir?" One of the operators interupted the Admiral and Brody's conversation.

"Gunnery Officer Adams reported Sergeant Reynolds killed in action."

The Admiral pursed his lips. "I see." He turned to Brody. "So not all back."



"Ms. Mizrahi?" The receptionist as she smiled more. This could've been a smiling competition she was smiling so hard. She would not be outdone! "Chairman Gray is waiting for you, I believe. Head into the elevator, fourth floor."



"I need to do a thing first." Carter said, as he headed through the ship. They eventually came to an insignificant little room, that Carter entered into. Inside, it was revealed to be a tattoo parlor of sorts, with designs hanging on the walls. There were various reclining chairs around the room, and all sorts of tattoo related equipment. However, for anyone who'd actually been to a real tattoo parlor, it looked quite bear.

"Ryan." Carter beckoned, speaking into the seemingly lifeless room.

An older man, seated in a rolling chair at a desk, with his back to the door, turned around. He was in his early fifties, with wizened features, dipples, and crows feet at his eyes. He smiled easily at the Sergeant Major, but then immediately sombered, for he knew why Carter was here.

"Take a seat." The man sat, gesturing to one of the chairs. "You can stack your armor where you usually do."



"Provide me with your coordiantes and destination." Yuri replied.