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Mike listened intently to blade, taking in the relaxed stance and accent. It was odd considering his other CO's, he smirked at the fox's double take but hid it quickly before receiving a pat from him. looking around himself and seeing as everyone else seemed happier in less formal attire, mike unbuttoned the blouse and stood at-ease. the informal meet n' greet continued as blade whistled to the land-cruiser, and a slightly miffed red panda exited, giving a mild warning to the grinning fox. mike supposed they would go to her before bothering the CO directly. in either case, he liked her reaction, direct and dignified.

As the group funneled into the cruiser, mike waited until he was in back, and matched pace with the others, head swiveling to familurize himself with the beast. looking around the gearbay and finding Prowler among the groups GEARs, and then noticing the COs very similar mech.

"huh, who'd have thunk" mike muttered to himself as they were lead through the corridor, the panda explaining the changes that would happen during "traffic mode" apparently they would be confined to their rooms, he wasn't entirely sure why the GEAR's wouldn't be deployed. he looked in at the meager spaces that the pilots had, but they still were better then the engineers barracks, so he couldn't complain. overall he found the small spaces cramped, but comforting, it would be hard for a force to infiltrate and easier to hold out in if need be.

that was when the call to stations barked from the various speakers in the ship. stifling a chuckle as ashers groaned he strode for the room ahead of him when a loud whistle made him look back. finding a confused, Oliver next to Ashers, who was trying to hard to look disappointed despite the micievious glint in her eyes. deciding it wasn't of any major concern, he walked over to a chair and flopped into it. to his amusement, he realized it had a rotating base, putting it to use, he lazily kicked at the ground rotating slowly.
considering several other threads I joined before this one popped up have been crossed out, I have the time to devote to this one if you'd have me.
just realized I left mikes age out
just write yourself in, give transitions between blades posts. it will be fine. just start from the beginning and go forward
sounds like we hall have cubical style rooms, sharing 2-3 walls and having a draw-screen divideing us on the non walled sides.....im sure someone can explain that better then I can.
wasn't going for a dress uniform in the form of dress blues, I was going for more Class A uniform, essentially ironed fatigues with ribbon bar, rank, and polished boots. the sleeves rolled over the elbows and starched fatigue cap. allwell, Ill role with it.
Mike tugged the rolled up sleeves of the blouse until they matched on both sides, and pinned the matte painted rank to the collar as he looked in the mirror. today he would meet his permanent unit, he wasn't sure how he felt about this. he frowned as he sat on the rack and slid the holdout knives into his boots, his trench knife buckled onto his left thigh. figuring all he was doing was waste time, he grabbed the remote from the table and shut off the droning news channel that served to cover the silence and stood. setting his shoulders and readying his cover, he strode through the hallway, and out the door, donning his cap in the bright sun.

As mike marched through the brittle grass and dust thoughts kept going through his head, was this a suicide group? maybe it was the dumping ground for those that didn't play well with others? growling he shook his head and continued along his way, thankful that his gear was inside Prowler, so he didn't need to lug all of it. digging into his pocket he found his last stick of teaberry gum, tearing the wrapper and flipping it into his mouth. a short walk later he found himself at the security gate surrounding the land cruiser dock, readying his I.D. he walked up to the pair of guards carrying high cap PDWs.

"Mike, Nawlin. Pilot of Prowler, I'm with Parvan's claw" mike said, waiting for the usual dismissive wave and unlocked gate.
"quite a knife you got there, a little excessive don't you think" the guard said, blocking mike and making it a point to show mike the polymer rifle.

"that's why I love contracted security, lets pay civvies to have pissing contests with soldiers." mike thought, catching his slouch before it started. "no, it's not. it was with my father, and his, and I will carry it on me." mike said, granite stubbornness coloring his voice.
the guard fingered the carbine as he poked mike in the chest. "No weapons past this checkpoint means no weapons" he said as mike crossed his arms staring the guard down.
"tell you what," mike said scratching his chin. "I know you're full of shit, and he knows your full of shit." mike pointed to the other guard. "I bet I can disarm you with a single finger, you win, you get to take my knife, I win, you let me in" mike offered, holding his right index finger up innocently.

"you're on!" the guard said as mike simply jabbed his finger forward, hitting the mag release on the PDW, and walked triumphantly through the gate as the mag landed in the dirt.
"your rifle's empty, you have no sidearm, you are disarmed sir." mike said knowing protocol demanded no rounds be chambered unless engaging an enemy. smirking he walked to the land cruiser as the guard partner golf clapped. "that's why I carry a knife."

the guard flushed with embarrassment as he picked the mag up out of the dirt shouting at his partner to shut up as mike oriented to the shining eagle rank on blade's collar.
"Mike Nawlin, Reporting for duty Colonel Blade sir" mike barked snapping into a salute. "my apologies for the gate incident"
darn, I was likeing the idea on this one... all well
Name: Michael Nawlin
Gender Male
Age 23
Nickname: Mike, "Prowler"
Species: Tiger

Appearance: Mike is a six ft tall black and grey anthro tiger with a muscled swimmer build. He has short black hair and unique hetero-chromos eyes, the left a emerald green, the right a deep lagoon blue.

Personality: Mike is a reserved, observant soldier that ,on occasion, may lash out with a brief flare of roguish wit, before returning to his usual timid self. in truth mike doesn't care what you call him, and he can forgive and forget a few shoves and terse words without a thought, a sucker punch can even be swept under the rug. It isn't until his allies or friends are in trouble that his anger truly comes to the surface and he turns his entire focus on the cause.

Personal History: Mike grew up constantly under siege. As a child his unusual height caused him to be singled out and targeted by those with napoleon syndrome. it never ended well when they mistaked his calm nature for a coward, as He was commonly found bruised and waiting for the principal. As he grew his body got strong and his mind grew sharp, but thankfully his friends blunted the anger. he still fought defensively for himself, but may fate have mercy on the jerks picking on his friends. Given the uneven odds he was presented with, he learned to adapt and cheat if necessary, when you're outnumbered you can't afford not to. he learned the subtle hints of trouble, and when you should have started running 5 minutes ago. the best thing that happened to him, was when he joined the military his ability to focus on multiple things at once, and abnormally high perception and reflexes earning him a spot in the GEAR program.
Mike got lucky when he got through the training, it was tough, but his underhanded fighting style and perception made him stand apart from others, especially when he knew he was going to be screwed over. he was the first to spot an ambush, and several times he would be found in a half ruined gear refusing to shut down as 3 others piled atop of him. his crowning achievement however, was walking back to base coated in red paint, being followed by the four others coated in his yellow paint, they didn't notice the mines in time. he may have lost, but the enemies played dearly. at the end of his training he was approached by a shady officer and given a choice, join the rank and file soldiers, which didn't sit well with him. Or, he could get access to newly developed tech, at the expense of mandatory station with a specialized taskforce. the next day mike was shipped out on a cargo plane to his new home.

Weapons & Equipment:
Up armored standard issue combat uniform with reinforced joints, and articulated panels over vital areas. Bug out pack (usually stored in his GEAR "Prowler") including emergency rations, ammunition, communication gear, medical kit, and GEAR repair kit,

personal weapons include:
1x-Model 12 SMR sniper variant. (bull pup, long barrel variation of an old battle rifle.)
1x-Standard semi auto pistol,
1x-field knife,
2x-trench knives.

Personal Theme Tune: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjFpacnZ5fw

Gear Name: "Prowler"
Pilot: Michael Nawlin

Appearance: http://fullmetalpanic.wikia.com/wiki/M9D_Falke

General Info: the G9L "Prowler" while a lightweight GEAR, uses angular armor composed of steel encased composite ceramic, allowing it to take a substantial hit, and remain operable where other GEARs of its class would not. The joints are heavily reinforced and carry newer, denser muscle fibers, allowing Prowler to be faster than heavier GEAR classes, while remaining stronger than those of its class. combined with newly installed jump jets, Prowler can get into places most Gears would find unreachable. Prowler is currently fitted to act as a scout/over watch for the team. optical camo, the angular armor, and advanced coolant system make it difficult to track from a distance, while long-range sensors and cameras allow him to keep an eye on his team mates.

[b]Weapon Systems:
2x-7.62x51mm Vulcan guns in shoulders.
1x-35mm Semi-auto Sniper Cannon
1x-60mm Shotgun, Box fed variant
1x-25mm defense pistol,
2x-Anti tank Trench knives,
1x- General Issue Chain Blade (long sword style chainsaw)
Other Equipment:
Repair Kit,
Comm. suite,
enhanced sensor suite,
countermeasure packs,
jump jets,
advanced coolant system,
Optical Camo- New Charge sensitive paint with embedded electrodes allows mike to cycle through several camouflage schemes at a moment's notice, limited to a 4 color, non-shifting predetermined digital camo pattern. (IE, he could change from snow, to desert, to jungle, or make it all neon but it would be the same base pattern and limited to 4 colors.)
(derp, wrong thread)
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