Indepentent State Armed Forces recruitement

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*Puts on fatigues and slings the boots over his shoulder pointing at his clawed feet with splayed toes.*

They won't fit sir.
 
*Top Sergeant walks up.*

Alright, there's a certain rule of thumb regardin' uniforms.

Either they're too big, or they're too small. Simple as that...
 
(PLEASE DON'T HEADBUTT ME!)

BUT TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! I CAN'T FEEL MY THIGHS!

....I knew I shouldn't have done so many up-downs in school..

Different, size, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
 
*Top Sergeant checks his watch as a parrot perches on his shoulder.*

I'm not uniform issue.

You'll have to wait till sixteen hundred hours.

Course that's when the work day ends...
 
ARGH!

*Strips off the pants, then cuts off the legs, until they are the size of Daisy dukes (Think Revy from Black Lagoon), then puts them back on after poking a hole in the back for her tails*

MUCH BETTER!

*
 
What's that?

*Tilts head*
 
We're going to start your training soon. Hope yer ready.
 
*Frowns*

Errrrrrr, I dunno?
 
*The kroot has been silently ignoring them both but at the possibility of empending orders stands at ease facing the general direction of the serg*
 
Right...

GRAB A BULLPUP AND GO!!! IT'S ON!!!

*The walls fall away, Top joining a platoon as they rush towards a fortification, followed by a Paladin II Improved.*

COME ON!!! LET'S GO!!!
 
..................

*Transforms into a small fox, the fatigues falling away as she runs and jumps on Top's back*

Here.
 
*looks between the bullpup and the bladed rifle he was already carrying, shrugs, and slings the rifle oner his shoulder gasping the bullpup awkwardly in his alien hands and follows the sergeant.*
 
*The Private is a bit nervous, nervous but fearless, as he grasps a Bullpup and heads towards the fortification*
 
Get up there and take the building!

*The platoon that preceeded them is chewed up by an A-10C Warthog. Even the tank that was with them is knocked out.*

Easy as pie, guys! NOW JUMP, YARD BIRDS!!!
 
.........

*Stays on Top's shoulder as a fox, yawns puppy breath*

I don't feel like working....
 
Either you go out there or we put you with the K-9 Corps.
 
*Scavenges some smoke grenades and uses them to provide cover for himself and the others while he charges the building*

I'M COMING FOR YOU SORRY BASTARDS!
 
That's the spirit! Go get 'em!

*Top Watches lasers pierce the smoke cover. He then watches Vay respawn from the barracks.*

Forgot to mention, the Growling Wyverns are in there. They've got lasers.
 
Hmm..... time for another approach.

*Grabs radio*

Requesting artillery fire. Grid coordinates 384 by 920 elevation 300.
 
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