Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160110232901

"You wanna dance?" Daniel asked, still projecting his voice. "Might as well make a night of it!"

"I'm sure you won't." The Admiral said, smiling slyly. "You're going to join a squad and shadow it's leader.  You'll learn from her.  Once I feel you'll ready, you get your own squad." The Admiral explained. He stood, and Petra realized that he was rather short, only around 5'7" or so, and he extended his hand, expecting her to stand aswell and shake it.

As Vladimir sat in his quarters, a man stuck his head in the door. He was shirtless, muscular, and missing a few of his teeth. Not from malnutrition, but because they looked like they had been knocked out.

"You coming?" He asked in short Russian.