"So, what, am I just supposed to sit here like a knot on a log? "Noah was none too happy with this situation.
"Commander Ross, sir, you can either assisst us under the command of Colonel Fortesque and clean up the mess you made, or you can return to HQ, fill out a mission report, and try to explain how a simple task of overseeing the transport of a single prisoner went SO arye." Said one of the AMST soldiers.
"You got a lot of balls, talking to me like that."
"I've also got a lot of weapons, sir. As you can tell." The soldier motioned to his gun.
"Who the hell are you?"
"AMSTC-11794. Lieutenant Jackson Davis, at his service." Jackson said, motioning to Colonel Fortesque. "Sir."
"I'm watching you extra close, punk."
"Actually, no you're not."
Noah was getting fed up with this. "Fine, I'll play this game. Colonel..." He shouted, fairly impolitely, to Fort. "...what are we waiting for, exactly?" It was gonna be a long day.
((Here's Jackson's sheet:
Name: AMSTC-11794, Jackson Davis.
Rank: Lieutenant, US Army
Alliance: human, AMST, Charlie Squad.
Appearance: Wears the same suit as Adeptus's guy, under the suit he has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a small scar on his chin.
Abilities: Same suit and weapons as Adeptus' guy.
Personality: The wise-ass of the Charlie Squad. As you can see from his meeting with Noah, he doesn't exactly respect authority, except for a few individuals. He enjoys putting down people who he dislikes. Actually does respect and obey Greg Martin and anyone else on the squad, though he will occasionally bump heads with team members if he disagrees with them. Cosniders hunting and killing mutants a neccesary thing. Doesn't hate them, but realizes how threatening they could be and will gladly kill them without a second thought.
If there's a problem with any of this I'll edit.))
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