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Esailia adjusted her dress uniform for the umpteenth time since stepping into the common room. After months of training, drilling, and yelling, her squad had gotten their first assignment. Captain Sprinsteam, sergeant Nathaniel White, and corporals Edward and Naida Wynn. The special infantry unit assigned to the 101st. The feline captain glanced at her second, who was already at the keg. It was that wily tiger that had given Esailia the inspiration to push the boundaries of infantry use. It was rare to see non GEAR personnel engage in combat with GEARs, but Esailia hadn't followed the book for her squad's tactics. Smash-grab and dash. Not the usual seek and destroy rocket teams were sent on.
As Sprinsteam worried over her collar, and White downed the first of many mugs of beer, the brother and sister pair loitered near the back of the room. "Bro, loosen up. It's not like were at the parade grounds!" Naida tugged at her twin's tie in an attempt to get it undone, against Edward's vain struggle to push her away "I don't care, I want to look good for the Captain's superior. A commander is only as good as the soldier they command." Naida rolled her eyes, giving up and taking a swig of beer.
At the stand, Nathanial 'smooth purr' White had made a new friend with the keg, refilling his mug. The sergeant had fallen into this position by pure chance, as he always does with everything in life. One minute he was comfy being a drill sergeant, the next he was training in a special infantry unit. It was one thing to yell at others, but to have some small housecat of a feline yelling at him? Than again, it was amusing to see Esa-kitten get so worked up when he goofed off...Wandering back to his CO, White waved a hand beside his head "Kitten, tighten that uniform any more, and you might as well of worn a corset. Not saying that you don't look good in your embroidered get-up." He joked. He knew how far he could take it without getting a clawed slap to the cheek.
"Thank you for your input, Sergeant. You're not the one that leads this squad. Now shut it, the colonel just walked in." stepping up, she called to all three of her squad "Fall in!" before standing at attention for Colonel Blade. All listened to his little speech, but the moment White noted this wasn't formal, he slouched and headed back to the keg. Esa-kitten could fill him in on anything important later. The twins had stayed for the whole thing, however, both more curious at seeing a fellow fox than caring about the speech. Captain Sprinsteam, however, kept her still-as-a-statue posture throughout the Colonel's introduction, nodding at the end "Thank you, Sir. I assure you we will not fail you. My squad may not have GEARs, but you won't find a harder trained infantry unit."
"Kissing up to the bigger C. Now that's predictable." White muttered under his breath before gulping down the last of his ale. He went for another refill, only to clank cups with another tiger "'Ey! Good to see that this place isn't all housecats and flufftails." He stated, before answering Oliver for the other three "Yeah, the ground pounders for the RoughRiders. We'll make sure no pesky enemy foot fodder blast a hole in your expensive GEARs."