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原先發佈於：The New Dojo
2/2/2018 12:10:48 AM
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A line was seen, short at the moment, the words above reading "Registry". Three windows seen and taken, and two people in the line waiting.
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Once there, he found a man with a beard, tweaking with a rifle who then looked up to Adrian. "Buyin' or here for a special order?" He furrowed his brow then, trying to get a read on Adrian. The weaponsmith always did so, to know how to gear a person.
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He took it then, letting out a gruff noise then as she recognized it. He spoke in his rough, gravely voice then. "Now, this armor is good, but not the greatest. These irons you wear with pride, since your serving a cause bigger than you realize. Your a soldier now, son. Do you know why our insignia is a bear?" He stood, walking into the room that he worked in, a few clanks heard as he was retrieving the gear.
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[i]"To identify your troops since the other local group is a lion?" Adrien inquired. He figured it was the most logical reason he had for it - Surely other space nation's back home had a bear insignia, so maybe it was this fleet's custom one. [/i]
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"Wrong. Because we're a powerful force to be reckoned with, we're big, mean, and a terrifying sight, just like a bear." He stepped back into sight then setting down a full body suit, then pulling armor, looking thick and heavy, full by armor. Then a helmet, full cover with a visor.
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"Hold on, son. Don't get jumpy." He ducked again, setting down a rifle and a pistol, both with a few extra magazines. "These are yours. Keep them clean. Without your rifle, you are nothing. Without you, your rifle is nothing. Remember that." The list then had a number for his barracks room then, a place for him to stay in.
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[i]Adrien slipped the armour on overtop his jeans and blue tee shirt, though he held the sweater in his hands, having wrapped the rifle and magazines with it for carrying. He thanked the Quartermaster one last time before he went over to the barracks, and the place he was assigned. [/i]
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[i] Adrien sighed in relief upon seeing that he wouldn't be bunking with twenty others like in barracks back home. He set his rifle down on the chair with his pistol, and sat down on the bed, reading what was next up on the list of instructions. [/i]
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[i]"Probably good to get familiar with this place..." Adrien monologued, though he promptly hushed up when he realized he was talking to himself like a madman. He stood up then and grabbed his pistol and rifle, slipping the first into a holster. He started to wander the halls then. [/i]
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A thought flashed across his mind that it may not be the best idea to walk around with the rifle with him, but it was optional. The main barracks where what they would usually be; a place for soldiers to stay, temporary quarters until something arises and they head out.
