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"We got into this mess together and we'll get out of it the same." Determination set into his features as he started for the Captain. Coughing a little to grab the older man's attention, "Sir, uh... captain?" He had to keep squinting his eyes against the glare of the armor in front of him. Tarnik ignored him and continued talking with two rough looking men. Impatience got the better of him and he stepped in between them. "Excuse me... sir..."
The old captain's face remained placid as he looked at the young recruit. "Do you not have any manners at all boy?"
"Don't you worry cap'n, I'll take care of this runt." The larger of the two men Tarnik had been talking to advanced on the younger man.
Before he could move back, the mercenary threw a fist at him. The punch missed the target but managed to clip his ear. Blood slowly started to drip down the cut that had appeared from the larger man's gauntlet. Crying out in pain, the young recruit glared at the man in front of him, ready to recklessly charge at him.
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