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Ryanna blinked several times as she listened to Brian's rapid mood swings, but that was to be expected. She shook her head with a sigh and turned to the new recruits there should be three in total.

"Ah very good, you are all here....You Steven. Guess what you just got promoted. Congratualtions. You applied for a Captain position and you just got it. Now if I am correct, these two new recruits need a codename. I leave that task up to you. As for your own Codename....I usually give that out but because of the odd events going on, I am actually going to leave that task up to the members of your squad. Phalanx Have fun codenaming you new captain....NOW! Everyone align and stand at attention. Give you repects to the deceased."

The Commander had relayed all of this information rather quickly, they couldn't dill-dally any longer. s**t happened, but now they needed to move on with thier activites. All of the Medic corps, and librarians present lined either side of the room. The two who carried Eva, picked the stretcher up, and slowly began thier descent out. As they passed the lines, each person there bowed in respect, even Ryanna did so as they passed. And once they were gone, the rest of the mercenaries followed after. leaving just the Commander and Phalanx. She cleared her throat before adressing them.

"I will be attending to the Lizard matter momentairly, Tech, I thank you for your help, and I will be initiating you into Phalanx's squadron. You will still be our computer tech, and whatnot, but you will be helping the squad on thier missions...Steve, after you have taken care of matters with introductions and things of the sort, I wish to see you in my office so I may give you the first mission you shall be leading."

She glanced over the recruits, and then with a smile, She nodded her head and walked out, off to where the lizard was currently being held captive.

.::OOC::. There! Finally I can get back online. I apologize everyone for the inconviences ^^; But no worries I just bought a new laptop so I'll have computer access all the time now.

Hearing the two guards speaking but only understanding out of all things said at least ten words none of which really made any secne to him so that lizard’s attention now turned to that of the large furry beast that sat close by eating something. The lizard just watched the large orange thing as it ate. Tilting his head from right then left the chains that connected to one another all along the shackles just clicked and clanked against the steel frames. The lizard was truthly amused by the large orange creature it had seen bears and other types of creatures before but never something like this. All it could think is that it seemed to look almost like one of the humans which guarded it but at the same time it didn’t but it had no clue what it is or for that matter what it is eating which made it just that more curious about the orange thing. When the large orange thing had entered the lizard had noticed that the two guards seemed to try and act as if it was not there even to the point when it offered them what ever it is eating the just seemed to ignore it. So the lizard just kept watching the orange creature as it ate waving at him the lizard just kneel there fixed in place.

((Thank you Baltazaar for sending something for me to enter act with. Its so much easier to inneract with a living person over an npc. And welcome back Ryanna glad you got a new laptop now just wish I had a new computer.))

Shadow listened calmly and patiently, understanding that this man had just lost a commander to what seemed to him, very uneccessary means. When the tech finished, Shadow bowed respectfully and started to the location he had been directed.

The 'merry band of missfits'. Sounds to me to be perfect for a team of mercinaries. There is a lot to proccess today. Tonight will most likely be a very silent one, for every one will be recouperating, one way or another, from the recent events.
And those cercumstances, must have their toll on all involved due to the strain of such events. To have a leader killed in what seemed to be a training environment and in a simulator by a subordinate teammate is gruesome. One would think that perhaps there were safety protocol measures in place during the training status in the simulator room. I suppose that not all mistakes can be predicted though.


He just finished in his train of thought when he was finally given orders. He was lined up and called to attention. He didnt care if anyone noticed his berring, but he made sure to be his best. First impresions are always important. He stood at perfect military attention. Feet together, back straight, head held high, arms sharply at his side. His face was completely emotionless, and his stare was deadly focused. Yet he was aware of all of his surroundings, with his concious meditative skill to view from a different perspective.

Then the cerimony he had been expecting to happen eventually, started. He did not know the person whom they were respecting, but he gave his respects. He didnt do it as though he had known the person well, that would have been rude. He didnt not show respect, fore that would have been rude. He showed the respect a subordinate gives to their suppervisor. He, emotionless and calm, bowed to the stretcher as it passed. Everyone but Phalanx and the Commander that was addressing them left.

Now Shadow waited for the order to introduce himself. He was good at following orders, that is as he was trained. He could also act and react on a seconds notice if and when neccessary, but for now, he decided he would follow orders.

"Yeah. Fantastic, our librarian carries a pair of Gatling guns. I like this place better already!" Steven replied. And, almost surprisingly to him, there was a lot more not sarcasm than sarcasm. "Like I said, if you really truly desperately need me, I'll be... in my room. Wherever that is. Can't be too hard to find..." With that, Steven made his departure good. Through the hall he went, out the door and towards the Pinto. Back through the security (he really would do something about that) and out into the parking lot to retrieve his bags. There weren't many; there was by far more ammunition than clothes, and he hadn't gone ammo shopping for a while. Since he could barely afford gas. And he didn't have any secure source of income. Hopefully they had a lot of .45, 9mm, and 12 gauge. Then, who wouldn't?

Two large-ish rolling suitcases were pulled up through the front door, then right towards the staircase, since he figured that would be where they were. He wheeled the cases down the hallway until he found the room marked "Phalanx." Lo and behold, he had an office and a room. The office looked like a good weapons display case. Nice. His junk he pulled into his room, where he set the bags down and opened them up, beginning the process of unpacking.

He stood there and watched everyone leave. When he was the last one in the room he decided to follow suit.

It seems everyone has gone to their quarters for now to unpack, and probably unwind. I think I shall go and do the same, asuming I can find my quarters.

He went in search of his room. He moved in complete silence. Such that only those whose line of sight his path crossed would know he was there. The ability to anything without noise was one that all his fellow Guardians had been trained and which he had mastered. He could, if he wanted move without anyone knowing it, without anyone seeing him. Only the exceptionally few with exceptionally good hear may be able to hear the wind around him whisper as he moved. He was not a rogue, he had never stolen a thing in his life, but he was a master in shadow movement, as it used to be called, and some may still call it.

He found his room. It had a sign on the door with a number and his name on it. The number was, uniquely enough, '13'. He smiled to himself as he entered the room. He took in the simplistic sight of the layout and then proceeded to do a quick inspection of the space. When he was satisfied with identifying every inch of his room, he removed his Dragon Katana belt and shieth and set them gentley, and ceremoniously, on the bed close to the wall. He then took off his trench coat and hung it up on a hook that was on the wall. He then sat down on the bed next to his katana.

I can get used to this. I dont know what I'll do with all this space. Maybe I'll get some replacement outfits. Its humorous that my room number is 13. Its perfect, and I bet no one wanted this room. He couldnt help but smile again.

Brian smiled, and looked at the girl. The arm looked very heavy and unbalanced, totally wrongly designed, and much too heavy. He simply had to be there when she first fired it. He knew that the librarian with his muscles and his fat could very well absorb the recoil, but that little girl.... it would be interesting. He grinned.
"Well, last time I saw the guy, he mumbled something about being hungry. I suppose the guy is just raiding the kitchen.... just look around, hun, the Librarian should be very hard to miss, if you get me right...."
Still smiling, he snipped his cigarette, and walked away. He now was a member of team phalanx. Well, he should be extremely well equipped if he went in on enemys then.
Still with a bit of a nasty smile,he walked away to the weapons designers. He would need something personal, like lightweight and deadly. He allready had a vague idea of what to look for. He hummed the "MacGuyver theme as he walked away. The next mission would come,and he would be prepared.

The librarian watched the lizzard curiously. The lizzard was very still, and did not move a lot. Shruggging his shoulders, and scratching his butt, he munched down a few more nachos, and grinningly licked the cheese away to show the lizzard that it was not poisoned. He was not very sure of how to react, though. As far as he knew, the nachos were very much plant matter. Also, they were a bit more then chemical, and the cheese was definitively rich on proteine. So, the guy should have no problems in eating the nacho. nachos were, after all, good for everybody.
He pondered a bit. Scales..... something in his brain was not right, like itching. Fish had scales. Fish ate plants. Snakes had scales too. Most of them ate meat.
"Ugh?", he asked, "Ugh ugh eek?"
He was really embarrassed to ask, but since he had no idea what that thing was, he at least wanted to treat it accordingly. And the simple question if it was a planteater of a meateater sounded somehow ridiculous. He sighed. He wished that tech would be here, as he just allways seemed to know what to say to some foreigner. He grinned, as he had an idea.
He placed a nacho with some cheese on the floor, and pointed at it.
"Ugh!", he said friendly, while pointing at randaom intervalls to make sure the lizzard understood him.
He pointed at the lizzard, and then at the nacho inside the circle. He grinned, and clapped his hands. Then, he pointed at himself, the nacho, and looked again at the Lizzard.
"Ugh? ugh ugh!"
He picked up the nacho, made sure that the lizzard looked, and put it in his mouth. He chewed it, enjoying the creamy taste of the cheese, and afterwards, licked the surplus cheese from his fingers. He grinned, licked his lips, and petted his belly.
Now, the lizzard would understand.

((Still waiting.))