Snippet #1694830

Lock looks silently at Lenard and Logan who had said little ever since he introduced himself. With a sober look Lock shakes his head thinking how in the world he will whip these young men into shape. He was just about to command their attention when a light voice came from behind him.

“Private Lan Haringer reporting sir," a short weedy boy of a man salutes Lock. Lock is almost inspired by this mans enthusiasm. The salute was swift, he was in full armour and the axe on his back gleamed. A man after his own heart to say the least. How he wished this was one of his soldiers to command.

“Red Lancer Commander Lock” Lock gives the same swift and sure salute as before “Private Haringer I was not graced with a forth file. If you would be so kind to tell me the team you have been assigned to?” Locks voice was gruff and solid as always. However his diction was changed due to the fact he acted much gentler towards people not under his command.