Stepping it Down

[Linx Exotic]

Carlist was quite simply apalled at how young so many of the soldiers at Otter's Fort were. The risks involved meant that these beasts who hadn't seen the better half of their lives could have their timelines truncated any day now. Himself, he'd managed to live through the worst of days, and was now left to ruefully watch as so many beasts followed in his footsteps. All of those years' fighting with his comrades and he was the only one left; who of this crowd would grow to be as old as himself now?

The training grounds were a good place for him to watch and examine the local fighting techniques. They seemed very cosmopolitan and scattered, as if beasts were drawn here from all across the continent; this was actually not far from the truth. Wearing dark gray short-sleeved training garb, the squirrel's scarred limbs were made visible, and his solid ebony cutlass sheath looked rather jarring next to so many gashes of pale pink tissue. His posture looked almost tired, but his body was, in truth, coiled like a spring and ready to lash out like it always was.

[Captain Fishrudder]

Fishrudder was standing on the other side of the arena, equally appalled at how young they were, and also, how many were untrained. He was wearing what was the military uniform at the fort. A loose brown and black tunic, with black trousers. His was just like every other, except for the single gold start on either shoulder. At his waist were his twin blades. But besides those, he was weaponless.

Just as he went to correct a young mouse, who, believe it or not, was actually holding the blade wrong, he noticed an old, scarred squirrel step in. He was one of the rare experienced recruits. He didn't need to be trained. He was just there. He corrected the mouse, gave him a few pointers and then stepped away to approach the squirrel.

He greeted the squirrel as he walked up, he was searching his mind for the squirrel's name, something like Carlist, he decided to go with that. "Your name's Carlist, right? I'm Fishrudder, if you don't already know the face, or the name, I'm the commander of the fort. What lead you here?"

[Linx Exotic]

Approached by Fishrudder, Carlist arched an eyebrow at the commander's talkativeness. It was a policy of the squirrel's to use as many words as necessary to communicate what he needed to say, but no more, particularly within the military. It didn't pay to talk too much. Turning to face Fishrudder with an expressionless face, he spoke in a deep, controlled voice that communicated nothing but the words themselves. "My name is Carlist, yes. I am here for military pursuit of lower risk than my previous position."

He didn't say anything more than he had to, not even what that position was. Unsure whether to address Fishrudder as 'sir', the squirrel decided against it. He'd only assume a subordinate role if told to, and even then, it would only be with that three-letter word.

[Captain Fishrudder]

OOC: Dang, I hate this...

IC: And, what exactly, was your previous position? *The black otter asked, as he glanced around at the combatants, his eyes finally resting on the squirrel in front of him.. He was of medium height, scarred and muscular, defintetly battle-worn **

[Linx Exotic]

"I commanded a confederate armed force in an attempt to keep Mossflower vermin forces divided and decentralized," he answered flatly and in a nearly monotone key. There was no official rank to what he'd been doing, since it was, as he had just said, confederate; Carlist commanded things on a rather de facto level, with no bureaucracy to be seen.

[Captain Fishrudder]

Fishrudder nodded and stored that away for latter use. “I heard about that, but it wasn’t in the fort’s region, so I let it be for now. That, and I heard it was being dealt with skillfully. How did that end up?” The otter was actually curious about that, he had never heard what happened to that group, if hadn’t been dealt with, it should be dealt with, with the fort’s help.