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(sorry for taking soooo long, I have a huge english assignment I'm working on)

"Well let me start simple, A military is a system that works to protect and defend innnoncent civilans from harm of a forgin nature, the military is funded by a government that collects a yearly tax, part of this goes to various places includeing the military, this money is given to the heads of the two parts of the military, Army and Navy, the money then goes to the various funds and needs of the military food, clothing, weapons, ect." Altair paused to clear his throat then contunied," as well as each solider who is the one out fighting the battles, depending on the persons rank effects there paycheck, since I'm a corpral my pay is..fairly decent...my rank is neither the highest nor the lowest, but I'm still close to the bottom...theres my little explination on what a military is now for the other bits and peices ".He again cleared his throat."The army is divided up into groups called Battalions which contain thousands of men divided into groups known as regiments which made of hundreds in turn consistes of divisions which are a few dozen men per division , My regiment is called The protectors, we are a speacal branch of a Battlion known as Marines, I am part of the 3rd divison created within the protectors, the base I work at is called The Forest Base 3...I hope that explains everything".Altair said he loaded his shotgun then layed it down beside him and waited for there responses.

"Sure, I have no problem with one more question" Altair said. He watched her comb her hair, it shone slightly in the early morning light."ask away" he said a small smile showed on his face.

"I earned my rank the old fasion way, I worked for it, I trained hard, did all I was asked to do and then some, and I was reward by being premoted to the rank of corpral".Altair anwsered the question."anymore questions for me?" He asked simply.

Moro quickly turned, something had caught his attntion. A familiar scent, but he couldn't see it at all. Moro flicked out his tongue and took another scan around, Baylor was somewhere nearby. Moro couldn't see him though, he slowly started slithering towards it, not knowing Baylor was so small.

Instead Moro had gone for the rats nest, ignoring Baylor. "Such small creaures with horrible taste...Oh well." Moro wrapped his tounge around one rat quickly and brang it into his mouth, swallowing it whole. Moro would to do this with the rest of the rats till he couldn't find anymore. Most likely they wouldn't even affect his hunger being so mall, but Moro was bored. One scent wasn't rat, somewhere outside the nest, but Moro didn't care as he fed.

Moro had finished the last of the rats that didn't flee from the nest and decided whatever he was looking for wasn't important anymore. Moro slithered over the nest and back towards the camp, even rats took awhile to digest for him.

Moro blinked as smoke came out of his nose and coughed violoently. "What is this?" Moro kept coughing and several rats manged to escape, virtally unharmed by Moro's stomach acid. Since Moro didn't have a chance to rest, digestion would be virtually impossible for the rest of the rats in his stomach. Something was odd about this, who was trying to save the rats?

Moro up heeved and blew his nose into the ground, ashes were stil left in his nose. "No rat could do this..." Moro flickered out his tongue, but all he could smell was rat hair and stomach juices from himself. "It must have left..."