[i] That's assuming you were ever actually in charge, Ian thought to himself.[/i] "I'm digging the biotech armor though. Not bad." [i] It was more than not bad, the damn thing was an engineering Oscar. Ian's was nice, but damn. [/i]

[i]"Eh. Damien knows how to clean up. He's been... Busy..."[/i] [b]Sabre remarks, pulling his helmet free, to reveal wavy dark brown hair and green eyes, with a low shadow stretching across his chin. He wasn't too bad looking, for a soldier... He clearly minded his looks.[/b] [i]"Anyways... Glad to have an extra on the team... Hope you can keep up with some old timers... You'll have to carry our canes."[/i] [b]He grinned and hooked his helmet to his belt, throwing an arm around Rook.[/b] [i]"Alright... Let's grab a drink."[/i] [i]"Or... I'll watch you."[/i]

[i] Ian already didn't like the guy. [/i] "Yeah, I'll make sure to mark my calendar." [i] Ian mumbles and turns to walk away towards an open stretch of desert where he wouldn't cause too much harm to the environment. [/i]