"Fall in, boys and girls," ordered the Red Panda
mike stepped lively into position, using his left arm to align and space himself with the group, once the short jostle was over he snapped to attention watching the human ships carefully make their way to the landing bay. the shapes seemed similar to the sentinel's own, but blockier, and less refined, but seeing them in action, he knew they had the strength and speed to rival anything they, or the enemy had.
mike took a quick glance to his left and right, to the motley bunch he was in. of all the species to put in a welcome party, they put a Felness, A Selachai, and a Tirolian. each being stereotyped as a manipulator, a potential fight, or what some people still considered traitors, despite the Tirolians being left in a figurative shithole. in truth, mike liked the Tirolians, the ones he met, while blunt, were honest and worked hard. he'd have thought they would have sent a groomed squad of Vulfen, they seemed more suited to mingle with other races, his own being the exception.
this would give a PR agent a heart attack. mike thought as he sighed, catching himself midway and locking back into position. he supposed it didn't matter what he thought, his job was to pilot a metal monster, far be it from he to cast stones. in either case, life was about to get a little more complicated in space.