Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140906215813/@comment-24901923-20140919233044

Once Arcturus finished putting away his gear, he located a mechanic and told him the changes he wanted to his Viking's loadout. The storage pack would be exchanged for an standard thruster pack mounted with beam spray cannons, while the lower leg ammunition racks that served the storage pack's weapon would be swapped for thrusters. The beam rifle and the hip-mounted e-pac racks would also be swapped for an 100mm machinegun and ammunition racks. The mechanic set off to gather a crew to perform the refit as the Faunus got his CO's message. He headed off to the lockers and found that his teammates were already there. Arcturus quickly changed and put his things in the locker he got his new space suit from. He felt vulnerable with the UWG-issue uniform and couldn't help wishing he had an Silver Moon suit instead, knowing that the extra armor had saved the lives of many Clan pilots when shrapnel started flying in the cockpit, or if they caught a bullet when out of their MS for some reason. He looked to his teammates as they stowed their old uniforms in their lockers, and got their attention to show them a picture from his wallet. It showed around twelve college-age youths, a few young children and scattered teenagers, and numerous middle-aged adults.They were a healthy mix of humans and Faunus of all kinds, but all had a military feel to them.

"Blood, adopted, or initiated, it doesn't matter. These people are all my family. There's a few not pictured, mostly out on assignment at the time.- he pointed to a version of himself maybe one or two years younger, next to a human brunette and a toddler that was obviously her chilhat's my wifessRowan, and our daughter Mackenzie. We met in Basic and had a few missions together before we married. I headed off to Officer's training, and she got a medical discharge to have Kenzie. That was three and a half years ago.