Brendon walked out of his barracks and down the pathway to the exit. He felt so cramped in the base and was pleased of his breaks. He had not been on a mission in over a week, but his squad had been put through many hours of rigorous training simulations. He needed to unwind. The local cantina was not too bad, he thought, and he knew some of its regular patrons and his friends went their when they were off duty. As he left he saw a pretty young girl in the doorway. He recognised her because of the tattoos on her face, he had seen her in the base. He knew she was a private, but did not know her name, "Private," he called out, "where are you off to?"
((Ruukil, this is the thread and you don't need to ask))
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