FUBAR [Jack]
Jul 1, 2014 10:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Artemis on Jul 1, 2014 10:55:37 GMT -5
Well, she didn't say that last part, but it was easy to fill that blank in himself. Especially to Brody, who could only imagine what this booter had done to manage to fall 2 weeks behind in his training; why the academy was even willing to let him finish was beyond him. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to take time away from sweet-talking his superiors, he had specific instructions not to rough the kid up too much... what was the point of Peacekeeper Academy without roughhousing and a little hazing?
It was a moot point though... Brody knew what he could get away with. His boots echoed down the hallway as he walked towards the drill hall where he was expected to meet his new charge. Brody's uniform had been cleaned, pressed and straightened to the nines; he had shined his boots all the way up to the knee, this time by his own hand. Let the booters know what a real Peacekeeper should look like. He carried his helmet under his arm, no longer being outside, the highly-polished, one-way visor gleaming as brightly as his pristine white uniform under the sunlight flooding in through the massive windows to his left. Even Brody, who had no interest in architecture, had to admit that the Academy was a beautiful, regal building.
One that commanded respect.
With his immaculate uniform, fresh shave and haircut, and ramrod straight posture, Brody commanded respect as well. Being in only 2 years, he still didn't have much rank to speak of; his bearing, however, had fooled more than one person into thinking he had more brass than he was showing (so to speak). Was it any wonder the booters didn't question him when he told the new guy to shine his boots or fix his rack?
A couple of recruits walked past him in the hall, probably off to some other appointment or returning from their quest for the latrine; they stammered a typical, nervous 'g-good morning sir!'. Brody didn't bother to return the greeting. God, had he been such a stammering idiot when he'd been in boot camp? He sincerely hoped not.
Brody swung the door to the drill hall open expectantly, finding the senior division milling around waiting for their instructors to retrieve them from drill practice. One recruit sat alone on the bleachers; Brody groaned internally. That had to be him. He knew from his own stint in basic training that recruits who fell behind weren't permitted to participate in evolutions that came after whatever it was they had missed. Putting on his best stern face, he marched towards the recruit, hoping on his first impression to scare the crap out of him. Served him right for taking Brody's valuable time away from getting his superiors to notice him.[/ul][/div]