Theme 1 - Beginings
Colonel Sanosuki Rain
He had never really expected the planet Valkaris's army to ever join the intersteller fight with along side the Alliance Imperial Millitary. They had only just got their first whole regament off the ground, and yet here they were on a Alliance cruser bound for a front-line planet. And even better, they had taken his command position in the Valkryie Army to some stuck up Comissinar and his aid.
He could see them now, looking over maps and chart from the front lines, from where he sat on the command deck. They didn't understand how the Valkryie worked, how they functioned. They wouldn't follow them. It had taken Colonel Sanosuki Rain years to gain the trust of the misfit military. And still not all of them saw eye to eye with him.
He was sure that the troops wouldn't respond to his orders well at all, considering what had occured earlier. Now one his men was in critical condition and not one of the other troops wanted Comissinar Rosen or his Cadet Flare anywhere near them.
On top of that, Rosen had clearly expressed that he considered his men cannon fodder until he had been reassigned to a 'more worthy' regament. While Flare had not shown this trait, he did not oppose his superiors views.
Rosen turned and glanced at him, his eyes full of doubt and contempt. Sano's temper suddenly flared. He pushed himself up and stalked out of the room before he did something irrational. Like punching the Comissinar in the face. Repeatedly.
He headed right for the training bay, desperitly in need of some sort of outlet.
Lieutenant Colonel Spencer Walker
He only glanced up for a breif second as the training room doors hissed open. The meer sight of his superior in such a huff told him everything.
The Colonel really wanted to beat something up. And he only ever got that way after a run in the new Comissinar. Which, due to their rather similar size and build, he would be the most valid target.
Being six foot seven inches, the heavy gunner was a good six inches taller than the sniper and much stronger. But, Sano had the advantage of a smaller form and speed.
He could see the Dresdenian man heading directly a him out of the corner of his eye. If he didn't know the commander as well as he did, he probaly wouldn't have tensed up as much.
Lieutenant Colonel Spencer Walker ducked the elbow jab that was aimed at his head and danced away from the knee that just bairly missed his gut.
Some of the troops only spared them a breif glance before coninuting on, moving out of the way of their sparring superiors. Others who didn't know the two before the departure, qwacked openly. It wasn't every day that two high ranking officers sparred like they actually wanted to kill each other. But Sano and Spencer were just that violent.
The gunner smirked in amusement, pushing the snipers arm away and directing his punch to the side. He could clearly understand Sano's positon regarding Rosen. It was similar to how all the other troops felt. None of them liked or accepted his commanding positon over them, but they had no choice but to follow his orders.
A well placed kick connected with unarmored lower gut as he became distraced by his thoughts.
His carefully restrained telepathy breifly slipped out. He instantly picked up on every thought in the room, from the simplest to the most grotesc. But there was one, the mind of one Kyle Leon, that he managed to take note of. And it was far from what he expected.
Private First Class Kyle Leon
The young trooper winced as the white haired man - the Lieutenant Colonel, if his guess was correct- faltered and was flipped over the Colonel's shoulder, thumping onto the practice mats.
Others around him cheered and whooped, supporting both men all the same. He could tell that they were obviously a lot less strict here than in the Azgradian Red Military. They were much to proper there.
He let his shoulders sag as he turned to leave. He almost wished he could have stayed here for the rest of his military career, but he had a very important task. And where ever that 'task' went, he was bound to follow. He would make a very poor bodyguard if he didn't.