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Captain Medan cast a cursory glance at Max and scoffed quietly. "Wonderful. The rest of you are excused back to your posts, except for the General's Daughter, who is to return to barracks."

Mia felt like sighing but kept it in until she was a fair distance away from the captain. "Yes, sir." Mia marched back towards the barracks, her head bowed. Once she was out of hearing distance from the others, Mia let out a sigh.

"I should've known better. But what was I supposed to do? Let Matt go on his own and maybe get hurt? And anyways, then maybe they should've stationed more troops at this post." Mia grumbled to herself.

Matt, Rainer and Dave saluted Vega once more and returned silently to the hut at the top of the tree. Once they were all up they sat at the table inside again.

"Man, I feel horrible. I shouldn't have run after that last balrog! I was so stupid!" Matt clutched his head in frustration.

"Yeah, that was real smart." Dave elbowed Rainer in the ribs. "It was all our faults. Mia's as well. We were supposed to report any and all attacks even if it was small. Mia was the first to spot the group but her gloom or excitement, which ever, clouded her better judgement. Then we were just so happy to see her happy, finally, that we forgot to say anything. So we all had a part in this mistake."

Rainer sighed. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope that Mia doesn't take her punishment to badly. She's already gloomy enough as it is."

Vega then turned his attentions to Max, who appeared more than a little angered at being brought here. "I'm sorry about making you wait." He said curtly. "But I'm afraid I am not authorized to hire any additional personnel. If you wish employment then I must take you to speak with one of my superiors." He turned his back on Max. "I'll return with the general's word as quickly as I can. Until then, you'll be under armed guard, as I can't risk you wandering the base alone." The captain then left Maximillian and was quickly replaced by a sergeant.

((Sorry if I take a while to post. I just got a job, and forensics season is starting to pick up so I'm going to be really busy for the next month or so.))

(Hey, uh, just a heads up, but I'm not very used to military rps so if something doesn't seem right in my posts, please tell me and I'll try to fix it up if that's all right.)

Mia made her way to her quarters. She sat by her desk and banged her head against it.

"Gah! I'm so stupid! Why can't I learn to control my emotions better? Grrah!" Mia was half whispering so that others wouldn't hear from the outside. Mia lifted her head from the desk and sighed.

"I wonder what they'll make me do." Mia thought for a moment and banged her head against the desk one more time.

((Don't worry about rank too much. I've actually been doing research to make sure I have everything right, which I coincidentally don't. One more thing, a private probably wouldn't have a desk. In fact, a lieutenant probably wouldn't even have a desk. I'll let it slide though. I'm not going to be too picky.))
Captain Medan quickly took his appeal to Colonel Arcturus, the commander of his company's regiment. "Sir, there is a mercenary who says he's seeking permission to fight for us."

"And you are wondering if you have permission to recruit him into your company? Request granted." The colonel never glanced up from the seemingly endless stack of paperwork at his desk. The Captain wondered what kind of paperwork he could be doing out in the field, but held his questions.

"Thank you, sir." Was all he said before saluting and taking his leave to return to the mercenary. He did not particularly cherish the thought of an undisciplined gun-for-hire working under him, but he didn't see any way around it. He could try to shift the responsibility to one of the other captains, but he considered that to be a reckless decision and opted against it.

(Oh, sorry! Well, I'll try to fix that up. I'll say that she was banging her head against the wall instead....but for now, I'm not exactly sure what to post. -_-)

Mia started to pace around. Gah, I should've asked if I was to report to the Colonel or to the Captain's quarters...or something! Gah! I've a lot to learn in this place.

Maximilian smiled and replaced the last twelve millimeter tungsten shell in his clip. "Well at least I know someone in this military appreciates my offer..." He muttered, standing up. "So I suppose I'll have to wait a while before seeing any action, eh?" Max inquired with a sigh. Maximilian also recalled how the IEF, like all militaries, placed people who wanted to fight and people who did not in the wrong places. Those who wished to see action were placed closer to home, but those who wanted a little R&R as well as the peaceful patrols had to ship out into hostile territory.

Maximilian felt a chill run down the center of his spine, but tried to ignore it. His shields were designed to repel plant life and energy sources, deflect space debris, and to protect it from radar. But a barrage of rocks and sticks may be enough to disrupt them, he thought. Max's face retained its blank composure as he nodded. "Alright... I'll make sure that my weapons are secure and take as many as possible here. I guess it's only natural to turn in some contraband to the guy I'm working for." Maximilian lied. He would probably just end up keeping what he could and burning everything else along with the ship, using the ammunition and weapons as backup in case his pistol, rifle or sword were damaged.