Major Zaneak Loyalar stood in the medium sized room looking out the window to the lush green forests beyond. He was wearing his full battle armor, as usual, and had his massive katana strapped to his side. Normally of course he would carry it across his back when going into battle but when he was wearing it as more of a decoration he thought it looked better at his side.
Zaneak activated a hologram on the palm of his glove and reviewed the information there, Timothy Enfield, nicknamed Whitey because of the pale color of his skin, rodian, medium height, trained soldier and sniper. Well then, at least Zaneak could skipthe basics of shooting and cover. All that was left was to wait for private Enfield to arive.
Zaneak activated a hologram on the palm of his glove and reviewed the information there, Timothy Enfield, nicknamed Whitey because of the pale color of his skin, rodian, medium height, trained soldier and sniper. Well then, at least Zaneak could skipthe basics of shooting and cover. All that was left was to wait for private Enfield to arive.