<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Looking at the assembled recruits, and the little show he had witnesses earlier with the lieutenant and captain, he felt that he could understand just a little bit of her perspective.  Strict discipline had started at the Academy, as anyone who couldn't measure up to the high standards set in place would never make it into the mech warrior program.  Even admittance wasn't a license to relax, as the courses themselves were grueling and demanded much from the students.  From there, the transition from graduate to soldier was the most natural thing and relatively smooth.  Already he had the necessary discipline and will to bear under the pressure.  Or perhaps not, since he had left in the end, though not from inability to handle his duties.<br/><strong>"Yes, I think I can understand."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Brooklyn, Brooklyn DeGauss,"</strong>he said after draining his pint down and standing up to face Lee.<strong>"Though the captain seems to find my name odd.  Brook is more to her taste, so if you don't like my name, Brook is just as good."</strong><br/>He looked down at the piece at her side, nodding in some approval.<br/><strong>"I feel safer already.  I do some shooting as well, though I prefer rifles to pistols myself.  Long range combat makes more sense to me than closer engagements when using firearms.  What model?"</strong>