“Excellent. Although I respect the abilities of range soldiers, I much prefer melee myself. So I am glad I will have someone following the melee path for me to impart my expertise” Lock stopped looking at Lan and turned around to the sound of soft foot steps. The man he recognised as Mean (from his photo in his file) had come closer to the group.
Lock stepped back a couple of steps as he looked at his team in their entirety. While stroking his beard in a rather ruff way, he gives the slightest of smiles. “So this is The Red Lancers? Remember this day well boys, because this is the day you stop being individual soldiers. Instead you are now part of a vital team. Vital because our success could very well mean the difference between this dome’s survival and utter destruction” his voice had a sober tone to it. As if he really believed that The Red Lancers and The Black Wolves teams could and will make a difference. Their was a sense of pride and duty in every word.
Lock stepped back a couple of steps as he looked at his team in their entirety. While stroking his beard in a rather ruff way, he gives the slightest of smiles. “So this is The Red Lancers? Remember this day well boys, because this is the day you stop being individual soldiers. Instead you are now part of a vital team. Vital because our success could very well mean the difference between this dome’s survival and utter destruction” his voice had a sober tone to it. As if he really believed that The Red Lancers and The Black Wolves teams could and will make a difference. Their was a sense of pride and duty in every word.