Snippet #1693441

Lock had woken up at the sound of the alarm as he had planned. He prefer to look his best when meeting new soldiers. It was quite some time until he was back in his armour. After all he had to polish it, buckle it in just right and make sure that all the joints worked as they should. Lock leaves his weapons in his room as he walking to the meeting hall. It was time to meet the recruits.

As he approached he heard the back and forth of two of his soon to be men. Lenard sounded fake. Lock didn’t need a file to tell that much. Logan, on the other hand, seemed to have his mind set on the job at hand. Perhaps he was in the right role after all.

“How interesting for you Logan. You see, like yourself, Lenard here will soon be under my command. Now I hear you have good bedside manners. It will be interesting to see if you apply them to someone you dislike” Lock looked over his men. He only got to see their faces in the files. Seeing them in person, and their attire didn’t exactly inspire confidence. “I am Commander Lock, Commander of the Red Lancers” Lock salutes quickly and with purpose.