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So. When someone isn't wowed by his petty antics, and decides to question him, he bites their head off. Our military sure is choosing poorly who leads. Jarid thought, his gaze not changing.

Jarid could give two shits about what would happen to his rank. He would fight with just a gun if he had to.

He was about to continue before he looked over at Bathsheba.
It was only then he knew he had gone too far. Only then did his gaze soften.
He closed his eyes, giving a sigh as he stood up from the table without a word.
"You may be of higher rank, but you have to earn respect. It's not gained from status or boasts." he finally said as he made his way back to his original table.

Hellfire, her temper the cause of her callsign, stormed over to Jarid's table, leaning over into his face, not caring that Tobias was going to have a long talk about her actions with her when they left.

"Look here, guy. He didn't pull rank because you weren't impressed by his piloting, He could care less. He did that because you started calling him 'boy' because he wasn't impressed with you. You should pull your head out of your fourth point of contact and actually think before you speak. Because I don't play the UCML game. I take things personally. And had you spoken to me the way you did him, you'd have a broken nose by now."

She stood up, glared at him, then stormed off. She didn;t get very far.

"Cassandra!"

Hellfire sighed. She had expected this. She came to the position of attention, then marched back to the table to stand in front of Tobias to take her tougue lashings. To show Jarid how a REAL professional soldier was supposed to act.

((Fourth Point of COntact is your a**.))

Jarid didn't even respond to Hellfire. He seemed to be in his own little world right now, staring at the wall in front of him. All he heard was droned mumbling.

He was thinking of both the reason the scuffle began, and why he ended all at the same time.

Family he thought. A word which he could never see the same way.

Off in her own little world, Kat and long since slinked in and found a table away from the argueing she could hear slowly escilating. When she entered she was wearing her attire of choice, a pair of shorts and the bikini top that let her body breath and relax when not piloting her beloved. Quietly the woman got her breakfast and took her seat, a simple meal of salad and a few pieces of buttered bread was all she needed at the moment. Kicking her legs up on the table with a heavy thud from her black boots, she leaned back in her chair and hung one arm off the back of the chair as she poked and nibbled at her food, all the while watching what was going on just a few tables away from hers. At certin points she smiled, or cringed as words were exchanged between the other soilders. At first she found their fight amusing, as she never got into arguments about her Zoid. When you know you have the best one, there is little need to argue in her eye. However, when the fighting turned to family the woman suddenly wished she was far away from the current area. Bowing her head the goggles on her brow reflected the light a moment before she turned her head to see if she could find someone else to talk to. But, as was her luck, there was no one around this early. With a heavy sigh, Kat finished picking at her food and then slid the bowl away from her, then glanced back at the other soilders.
'What a great start to the day. Only hope everyday is this good.'
She thought sarcasticly as she shook her head, holding back the urge to laugh at her own horrible mind.

Jarid continued to stare off, ignoring the others. He seemed he would remain like his for quite awhile if left alone, as if in a trance.
Suddenly, he snapped out of it, his eye twitching violently.
"....Heeeere we go...." he groaned as the doors leading from the eastern hallway swung open, two teenagers walking in, the boy in the back pestering the one in front, poking the side of his head mercilessly.

"Not touching youuuu~" the one in the backed cooed.

"Stop it." the other ordered.

"Not TOUCHING youuu~" the second one repeated.

"I SWEAR to God, Roland. I WILL break a metal tray over your head." the one in front threatened.

"Ohh, but Johnny~ I ain't Touchin' yo-" he was stopped when Johnathan fulfilled his threat.

Roland, now sporting a 'his-face-shaped' thin metal tray, stood there for a moment before giving a chuckle.

"Oh what now!?" Johnathan barked before Roland only continued poking his head.
"I WILL ******** END YOU BOY!!"

A larger man walked in from behind the two teenagers, grabbing them both by the back of their shirts, lifting them in the air and away from them, Jonathan trying to pummel Roland, and Roland facing the other way, his dukes up.
"Pipsqueaks! Settle down ya little shits!" he barked, before just dropping them.
The man then walked up to Jarid, giving him a wide grin.
"'Ey, Sarge, your sister run off on you again?" he asked with a chuckle.
"REALLY should learn to NOT be a d**k!" he laughed as a sigh came from behind him.

A smaller man walked in, taller than the two teens, but nowhere near as large as the loudmouth.
"And you need to learn to stop being an a**..." he sighed, the man already making his way to the food. Almost as soon as he picked up a tray, he moved his head to the left, narrowly dodging a glass being thrown at his head by the loud one.

"SHUT IT PRESTON! I DON'T NEED YOU MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A MORON EVERYDAY!!" he barked, glaring at him.

"Oh please Anderson, my assistance in that endeavor is completely unneeded..." the man smirked, not even looking back at him.



Jarid just gave a deep sigh, slowly looking back at the others, his eye still twitching.
"I'm sure you're wondering what makes me a p***k...." he asked before slowly pointing at the four, who were unfortunately his squad...

"ENOUGH!"

In the entrance to the DFAC stood Colonal Robert Jackson, CO of the 452nd Strike Wing and Base Commander of Ebinay. Tobias, Ace, Spade, and Hellfire immediately jumped to attention. So did everyone else with any gram of sense.

"You four. My office. 30 minutes. And you..."

Colonal Jackson pointed a finger at Jarid.

"You're their NCO. You should know better than to let them behave like this. You lot are Professional Soliders, not a bunch of kindergarteners. You report with them. And I want you in Dress Uniform."

The ambient temperature seemed to get icy cold. Colonal Jackson tended to make an example of people when he had them in Dress Uniform. Even Hellfire felt sorry for Jarid.

Jarid merely stared at the commander with a dull expression. These 'meetings' were becoming common with his squad.

Johnathan looked at the Commander, pointing at Roland.
"This a*****e started it, sir!"

Anderson didn't even look back at the Commander, while Preston looked over, but continued getting food.

Then the alarm blared, all five of them looking up.

Jarid looked back to the Commander.
"I'm going with the idea that we're going to have to postpone today's lecture." he grunted, standing up, making his way out of the area, Preston, Roland, and Johnathan following.

Anderson finally looked at the Commander, chuckling.
"Guess the 'date' got called off." he laughed before following after them.

All five have now entered the Hangar.

Skyla walked into the dining hall. Her medical uniform was a mess. Some blood stains here and there. She helped the surgeon earlier with a crisis.Though her posture and the way she looked was that of an officers. She grabbed a tray and grabbed her usual meal which was a chicken wrap with a bottle of water. She then turned and walked to a table as her heels clicked on the floor.She sat down and sighed as she ran her hand through her short blonde hair. She loved being a doctor but these military men could be stubborn mules. She didn't notice anyone in the dining hall. She started to eat. After she finished she got up. She straightened out her medical uniform made sure her rank wasn't bloody. She walked out the chow hall to the colonel's office to ask about the battle results. (EXIT)