TEST MUSE THREAD: Colton and Garma
To say that Colton was a well dressed, and good looking, soldier was understating it. In fact, that was half the reason that he managed to get up the ranks so quickly, and hold such a plum position within the Zeonic army ranks at 26. Duty went only so far as being able to look good when you were getting promotions and commendations. The other half was that he was a damn good soldier - and what he did had merit. He heard complaints from the other Zeon foot soldiers that they were basically superfluous, and that as guardians of protected Zeon territories, they were bored. Why couldnāt they be mobile suit pilots, they asked? Well, Colton was able to show his skill as a regular olā foot soldier, and had managed to be rewarded for it by becoming a part of Kyciliaās inner circle of teams to do her bidding, and getting to be the commanding officer in charge of the Coyote Squadron. Which, considering her interest it, mostly had to do with sabotaging and learning more about the inner workings of the Federation R&D and science structure, especially the Newtype labs that had begun to pop up on Earth, and in some of the Federation aligned sides.Ā
Shoes click on the tile floor as the male walks down the hallway, dressed in a, compared to some of the Zeonic generals and officers, modest black uniform, piped in gold. Aside from a small badge which represented his naval rank (Lieutenant Commander) and another which represented his place in the Mobile Assault Force, nobody would know that he was a Zeonic soldier. That was the point - Coyote Squadron was designed to do the dirty work that Zeon didnāt want to be traced back to. Colton knew, but the other soldiers didnāt, that if it got to that point, any and all ops of theirs would be denied by the Zeonic government, and the team disbanded and scattered into the wind. Sure, the team was whollyĀ funded by Zeon, used Zeonic weaponry, albeit the rare prototypes and toys that only special forces could wield, but for all intents and purposes, they were a rogue player. A group of terrorists.Ā
Their next operation would be more of a long con, trying to hit some soft targets, and targets of interest, in North America. For that, Colton would have to fall under the command of Garma Zabi, the well known pretty boy youngest son of the Zabi royal family, who had essentially been gifted this position out of nepotism and was desperate to prove otherwise. His desire to impress Kycilia would be a wonderful bargaining chip in order to get whatever he needed to get the job done. Granted, considering his work, anything less then total cooperation was a non-starter, but to have such a powerful ally, and somebody desperate to get said allyās attention, was a massive benefit.Ā
With a manila file folder clasped in his palms, heās soon inside what seems to be a command room, with only the violet haired Garma, and a few of California Baseās upper brass in attendance. After a cordial salute given to the others, his eyes, sharp as a hawkās talon, is pointed straight at Garma.Ā āGood evening, gentlemen. Good evening as well to you, Captain Garma. I apologize for any tardiness - however, lets get down to business.āĀ