Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25727671-20150311030432/@comment-25727671-20150312031527

Etonia entered the expansive cargo bay, looking at her watch. The loud chattering dissipated into hushed whispers as the many lines of ADF soldiers stand to. Beside her was the commanding officer, a tall rabbit faunus woman who, despite her young looking face, managed to radiate authority and seniority. As Etonia walked along the lines of men and women, she smiled warmly unlike the woman beside her. She nodded curtly to every squad leader she passed, her arms behind her back. This was only a fraction of the Company's paramilitary, used to defend it's property and allies.

Etonia finally stopped in front of the large group. She wasn't here to make a speech, it was just an inspection, and a random one at that. It was now that she noted the actual impressiveness of such a force. The majority of the soldiers were armed with close quarters combat weapons, ranging from submachine guns to bullpups, shotguns to assault rifles. She smiled with pride as she nodded to the woman beside her. She then walked off to look at the cargo itself, listening to the bark of the woman and the clinks of boots on the metal floor as the force filed out.

The crates lay stacked two high, the occasional single here and there. The crates weren't large, nor were there many of them. The cargo bay workers idled around, chatting in small groups. She looked at one of the crates, Azura Defence's logo insurprisingly displayed on the side. She rested her palm on the box for a moment before walking backwards and away, eventually sighing to herself and making her way back to the bridge.