Giroro, small as he is, still has brought a lot of supplies for himself. Stuff like... A combat knife... an RPG... is that a laser pistol? Not like he could've brought much ammo, anyway, but just in case. Besides that, obviously, there's a sleeping bag on the top of the backpack, as well as whatever's inside. Once he marches over to his room, he dumps the military grade rations in the corner.
Come on, why do I have to go on a break!? Those guys surely can't keep themselves in check. And what's with some of the Pekoponian guests here, anyway?
Muttering so to himself, he arranges his weapons in another corner. No need to arm himself more than a combat knife. He stashes it into a pocket on his belt, before heading out to examine the others. Some seem to be excellent fighters.
I'm Giroro, Corporal of the Keron Forces Special Advance Platoon.
He makes this terse introduction to the few in the main lobby as he moves out to examine the other regions of the bunker.
Come on, why do I have to go on a break!? Those guys surely can't keep themselves in check. And what's with some of the Pekoponian guests here, anyway?
Muttering so to himself, he arranges his weapons in another corner. No need to arm himself more than a combat knife. He stashes it into a pocket on his belt, before heading out to examine the others. Some seem to be excellent fighters.
I'm Giroro, Corporal of the Keron Forces Special Advance Platoon.
He makes this terse introduction to the few in the main lobby as he moves out to examine the other regions of the bunker.