<blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite>“These refugees have seen a lot of trouble in their times. It’s hardly appropriate to push them around when they are already down wouldn’t you agree?”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Renning's mind had a moment to register the small flicker of rage that coursed through it as Sheva turned to face him. It was the last thing he wanted, some upstart to get in the way of his work, waste his time, force him to stay longer on this joke of a job. However, before could retaliate once again, his brown-eyed gaze met that of the kitsune through his helmet's visor, and at once he found himself transfixed by it. At first, he was certain it was her appearance, which the canine had to admit looked quite stunning now that her hood had been removed. Trailing over her luxurious black hair and the fine features of her face, he felt his breath slowing and body relaxing, admiring the beauty the petite kitsune bore. Yet as the bright blue of her eyes and her soft words bored into his consciousness, he couldn't help but feel something else entangling his mind, binding it, forcing it to focus on her and what she said. Before long, however, the idea steadily grew increasingly irrelevant, his thoughts carrying less and less weight, and only her's truly mattering...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite>“You’ve always loved musicals and to dance while singing them. Show us, we’d really appreciate it”</div></blockquote><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Renning's opposed defense roll: 2d6(6,1) + 4 = 11; failed XD</div></div></div><br/><br/>“I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical from Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical!”<br/><br/>The whirr of the security booth door opening was shortly followed by the voice of the young private, a puzzled look drawing across the fox's face as he stepped into the main chamber of the terminal. He was met with the sight of the armored canine marching along up and down the line of refugees, blaring out the words of his new favorite song an octave too high before the soldiers and travelers now focused on him. Some cast him wary looks, wondering how an insane person had been allowed into the military, while others laughed, but most simply looked on at the theatrical spectacle with astonishment. The vulpine, however, was the first to break through his puzzlement, quickly replaced by another emotion entirely: anger.<br/><br/>Soft clicks would echo through the air as the claws of his digitigrade paws clacked against the floor, the marigold-furred fox's seething green eyes zeroing in on the singing soldier. The less-disciplined personnel immediately straightened up as the vulpine stormed past, his form tense beneath his midnight-blue power armor suit as he walked. Then, stopping just before the unruly private, he grasped his shoulder and turned him around with one hand, the other balled into a tight fist just out of eyeshot.<br/><br/>“What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, Rennings?!” he snarled. “Have you gone insane?!”<br/><br/>“Quite the contrary!” the canine replied gleefully, dancing about slightly even as he was held in place. “I'm merely singing one of the finest songs to have graced the world of musicals! The Modern Major-General's Song has no match!”<br/><br/>“I don't care!” Naya snapped back, giving the soldier a rough jostle. “You've been nothing but a pain in the ass to me since you were assigned to my unit!” He soon released the dog, crossing his arms. “Get back to the barracks. You're relieved of duty for today.”<br/><br/>“But, the Mo-”<br/><br/>“NOW!”<br/><br/>The growl was all Rennings needed to tail it out of the wide front exit of the terminal, and with a wave of his hand the fox roused the rest of the soldiers under his command back to work, this time much more civilly as they filed away the passengers to the lower decks. The vulpine would watch over the procedure carefully for a few moments before his gaze alighted on Kahmori and Sheva, and slipping his hands behind his back he soon trotted down the line towards them.<br/><br/>“I apologize for his behavior,” he muttered, an irritated look on his face. “We've been having some security issues on the upper decks, and all of us have been on edge.” He cast his gaze over his shoulder momentarily towards the direction Rennings had scurried off to. “I believe it's starting to get to a certain number of us...”<br/><br/>He raised a paw to both kitsunes to shake. “I'm Lieutenant Naya Sunei, commanding officer of this checkpoint. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His eyes would alight on Sheva, a more concerned look crossing his face. “You're not hurt from that push, are you?”