"HI!" Basil shouted as he bolted into the room, grinning from ear to ear. "You're red, right? You're armor looks reddish. Are you a new recruit? You look to old to be a recruit, so you must be an officer! Are you here to replace Sarge? We need food! And to finally kick some blue tail!"
Steev smiled back, just as widely, charmed already. "Yes, I'm red, and I'm a sergeant. I don't know about replacing "Sarge", but I'm here!" He glanced at the fridge. "And I'm sure I can easily order vittles." The German looked to the.... much, shorter male, still smiling. "My name's Steev."
"I'm Basil!" the little red replied, his smile widening even further. "It's nice to meet you Steev! Sarge took off a while back, so we didn't have a commanding officer. Donut took over for a little while, but I think there was a lot of paperwork stacked up so I don't think he ever got around to ordering some more food. But luckily I had a bunch of snacks saved up, so I didn't go hungry."
"Well, let's see... there's Donut, Grif, and Jersey, and me. Freelancer Connecticut is here to, and he's supposed to be helping us, but he don't do shit for beans. 'Cept for molest people and lay around in his room all day."
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Trying to get the thought of sex out of his mind, Steev focused on the more important matters at hand. "Ranks?"
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