lol

(Might as well bc it's 12:22 at night and my pneumonia is getting worse-)

*He sighed and tried to ignore.*

"At least nobody got hurt; that quake was quite a biggie."
*He looks around, noticing a crack on the wall, with a slight sag on the roof.*

"That's not good..."

"It's not too bad, is it?"
*He's curious.*

"No clue...:

*A small tremor happens for half a second, a reminder of yesterday.*
"You think another one of what happened yesterday could happen again?"

"Hopefully not."

"Yeah, it definitely wrecked a lot of the roads and sidewalks."
*He shook his head, before looking into a mirror.*

*He entered and began his inspection.*

*Kyle sits down on a couch, unknowingly grabbing a small bag of chocolates, before eating.*
(in werecleaner lore, canines don't exactly die from chocolates, but they get sicc, it just doesn't happen immediately)

"Don't eat those."

*He lets out a cute yawn, looking around.*
"Wh...whats going..."
*He's pretty tired, so he couldnt finish*

*The two men talked, then started walking out of the building.*

*The building was overall a mess, but hey, it didnt fall. Thats nice!*

*They went outside into the night.*

*Kyle finally fully woke up, and began looking around. The cityscape was largely shaken up, with sidewalks and roads cracked and uneven, and the lightpoles flickering, though damage to buildings was largely moderate.*
"Whoa..."

*Peter was shouting at other armored soldiers.*

*He looks around, eventually spotting Peter*
"Hey...what happened?"
*The instant Peter notices, he has to check on Kyle*

*He ordered the two men away.*

"That earthquake was nothing like we've ever seen. And now, I'm stuck here with a bunch of DIPSHIT IDIOTS working damage control."

*He yelled "dipshit itldiots" over his shoulder at the soldiers. As if making his point for him, they all gave confused expressions.*

"...is anyone hurt?"
*Not dead, no. Hurt? Definitely.*

"Not that we can find."

*One of the soldiers approached, speaking another language. Peter responded back fluently.*

(:D)

(lol)
*Kyle now found himself in the food storage bay, and its a mess. Since its nothing but food carts in storage, most of the food toppled from the shelves, now in a mess on the floor. Its much safer than the kitchen, but the massive earthquake is unrelenting.*
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" *Kyle yells in a panic, looking around frantically. This room's roof is also emitting dust, but its nowhere near structural failure.*

*An hour passed. The rubble blocking the exit exploded outwards, and a masked figure in milotary-grade armor grabbed Kyle by the arm and carried him out of the building.*

(wasn't expecting a time jump)

(Want me to go back?)

(sure lol, maybe kyle accidentally reunites with Peter during the chaos; say in the CEO's room(the CEO died in the events of the game, lets say from old age), and they kinda just have to stay there until the quake stope lol)

(Sure)

*He heard some more complaining, then a loud banging sound against the rubble.*

*The shaking was as intense as ever. Kyle knew he had to move. And so he did. Since there was basically no one except for a tiny few(3 others, not including peter), it was easy to move to a different location. Kyle stopped at the break room, which was a mess from the large quake, which, by the way, is still going on.*

*He found Peter hunkered down in the CEO's old office, with a wire tap to his ear.*

*He went in, before the shaking knocks Kyle off his feet, as he falls onto a bean bag.*
"Peter?!" *He's obviously confused, the massive earthquake rocking the building heavily.*

"Shh. I'm listening."

*Faint murmurs came from his tap.*

"Bullcrap... there's no fricking bomb? Maybe channel seven..."

*Kyle looks around, obviously confused.*
Kyle: "Uhhhh...what?"

*Another clone pulled him over to another room, where the (still unconscious) Peter was located.*

*Kyle looked around, getting a bad feeling about this.*
Kyle: "Uhhhh...Peter?"
*No response.*

*His neural link sparked, and he came to.*

Kyle: "Peter?"
*He's relieved, but no less confused. The past 72 hours of his life have been crazy; first an oil slick in the kitchen, then an earthquake, next being initiated into the UNSC, and now under custody of the Grand Army of The Republic. Wild.*

(nhtrhgrhgbhbdbhjgtbhjtrgbghjherbrebrrehjbjbebrfrrererbrgburebbffbrbgrfrfbggrhjs)

(Srry in a store rn)

(i see)

*He nods, the suit actually fitting...strangely perfectly. It looks like...is that SPARTAN 2 ARMOR?!*
"Yeah, I think I'm..."
*He looks down at the suit; it had gotten itself to fit him! WHAT?*

(HALO REFERENCE?!)

*He was thoroughly dumbfounded. He yelled loudly to catch attention.*

"ALRIGHT, WHO THE F**K BROUGHT A WEREWOLF-SIZED MJIOLNIR MK V ARMOR SET?!"

*Literally everyone looks, equally dumbfounded.*
Doctor 1: "No way in Hell..."
Nurse: "...that's impossible-"
Kyle: *INTENSE CONFUSION NOISES*

"Kyle, don't move. Whatever you do, do not move. The suit is programmed with hyper fast reflexes, need a reaction time of less than a nanosecond to control movement. You could seriously injure yourself if you try to move your arms or legs."

*He instinctively disobeys and moves his arm...nothing happens. It's slightly heavier, but he can move it just fine. Then a leg. Same thing. It's as if the suit adapted to a Werewolf's biology...*
Kyle: "What the..."
*He sits up, basically having an existential crisis.*

(Implementing actual Halo lore here. Basic point: The MJOLNIR armor systems move so fast that if a normal, unaugmented human tries to move, the force and speed of the sudden acceleration can cause fractures, breaks, tears, bleeding, dismemberment, and death, often in that order. Trust me, it's bad)

"Stop moving before it activates! Trust me, you do not want to be in a MJOLNIR suit when it's on!"

*He immediately freezes, waits for a second.*

*The suit powers on.*

*Kyle freezes.*

*The suit begins transforming itself to adapt to the Werewolf's biology, understanding its exact needs, before fitting into those said needs.*

"F**k... Kyle? Kyle, can you hear me? Don't move. I'm gonna see if there's an AI in this suit."

*He moved around back, and examined the port in the back of the helmet.*

(AI cards are basically SD chips plugged into the back of a Spartan's helmet. The slot will be occupied if there's an AI installed)

*There is one; codenamed "Cyan"; a Green Male in appearance, with a direct and dry humored personality.*
CYAN: "I can hear you, you know."
*Kyle looks at the helmet, the suit responding perfectly, not harming him...somehow.*
(the helmet's off so far)

(I assumed it was on, sorry)

*He picked up the helmet and removed the AI from his port.*

"Talk."

(Gonna make Peter a UNSC official- wait, I'm turning this into Halo, sorry-)

(:D)

(Sorry, 'boutta go to bed)

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

"Ah! Right!"
*He immediately rushes off back to work; 2 messes to clean up; one a large mold infestation in the main Office, and another oil spill in the Kitchen*

*He returned to work.*

(Imma make my character a humorous assassin bc drama. That alright?)

(thats perfect X3)

*In just 2 minutes, he manages to get the mold infestation cleaned, and he's working on the Oil Spill now, though he's struggling to stay upright from the slippery surface*

*He heard a dull thud from the floor above.*

*Kyle had slipped, completely soaking himself in oil; rather comically.*

*Running footsteps passe the hallway, coming from the door behind his current vision.*

*Kyle shakes his head, trying to stand, but its easier said than done*

*Another thud, this one louder, followed by a door flying in Kyle's direction.*

*Kyle looks at the door opening, very confused, until Looney Toons style, the door crashes into him, breaking off its hinges and leaving his head exposed, the door stuck around his neck*
"WHAT THE?!" *He's confused, trying to get the door off*

*He catches a brief glimpse of a humanoid shadow running in the opposite direction.*

*You hear lots of cleaning in one of the cubicles, then someone spots Kyle. Oh no.*
(essentially if someone spots Kyle, he looses control of himself and ends up...uhhhhh...to keep it PG lets just say they get thrown out the window into a conveniently placed trash bin)

*He tossed his pen and paper down and full-on sprinted down the hallway to tackle Kyle.*

(Imagine the "GET BACK HERE FLINT LOCKWOOD" run but it's a semi-scrawny white man in business semiformal with an unbuttoned coat and red tie)

*You can hear someone scream "KYLE NO-" before Kyle grabs them, and runs towards the nearest window, still not in control of himself*

*He rushed as fast as he could, before snatching the person from Kyle's arms and hiding them in a supply closet.*

*Kyle immediately drops to the floor, brain rebooting, before he looks around, confused and unaware of his own actions*
"Ugh...what happened?"
*His tongue pokes out in a blep*

(Can we say that my character is the one person that doesn't set him off?)

"Ypu kinda lost it again."

(sure lol)
"...great."
*He looks ashamed, before looking out the window, checking if the person is in the trash bin*

"I saved them."

"...thanks."
*He then immediately hugs you tight*

*He patted Kyle's head.*

"You should get back to work."

*In walks Obi Wan Kenobi with Anakin and Ahsoka.*
Ahsoka: "Who's this?" *She asks.*
Obi Wan: "My dear, Peter as they call you, you're in the custody of the Galactic Republic, specifically the Grand Army."
*What about Kyle? Oh wait- he's next to you- apparently the restraints are tighter now.*

"Protocol dictates you know my full rank and service number before negotiations begin. I am First Lieutenant Peter Hollister of the United Nations Space Command SPARTAN Branch, fourth generation, service number 21531-62788-21526-P.H."

*Obi Wan blinks.*
Obi: "...thats new."
Ahsoka: *looking at Kyle, softly petting his head* "You're cute."
*Kyle whimpers in embarrassment.*
*Anakin watches.*

*He tugged at his restraints.*

"Remove these and give me my armor and weapons back.*

Anakin: "No, not until we know what you know."
*oh shit- interrogation coming*

*He cursed under his breath.*

"Then we're gonna be here a long time. Because I don't know anything that I am authorized to share with you."

*He tugged at the restraints again.*

Anakin: "I'm sure you don't."
*Meanwhile, Ahsoka fed Kyle a few blueberries, just because*

*He finally had an idea. He looked over to his suit - helmet intact.*

"Crimson, boot up!"

(Crimson is a similar combat AI that was assigned to Peter. She can control his suit like Cyan can Kyle's, but since Peter's suit is more advanced, she doesn't need his presence to do so - just the armor and techsuit)

*No response; no AI chip!*
Anakin: "Oh yeah, you won't be needing those."
*He holds out the chips, before putting them away.*

"Dammit! Dammit dammit DAMMIT!"

*He tugged at the restraints. He broke his hand free - just the hand, not the arm - then shot out to grab at Anakin's wrist. He clamped down on it tightly, nearly breaking the bone.*

"How do you like that, smartass?!"

*When they finally arrived, they noticed something; the advanced cybernetics weren't needed, as Werewolf biology was so complex, a Werewolf would be able to tear several Corvettes in half all at once. So the training and team would still be assigned, though the only real cybernetics needed would be a tracking device and health monitor.*

*The ONI scientists were highly confused as Peter tried to explain the story. They decided to let it go.*

*During this time, Kyle, obviously never having been part of an armed force before, is walking around like a child in a supermarket, helmet off and tail exposed; honestly adorable.*

*Multiple of the soldiers around them complimented him. When all was done, a rather angry-looking man fitting the stereotypical depiction of a drill Sergeant marched in.*

"Alright, where's the Fuzzy son-of-a-gun who just interrupted my evening plans?"

(Let's do an AU where Sergeant Johnson didn't die because he should've survived)

(never met johnson so sure :D)
*Kyle immediately turned to attention. Johnson...ooooh boy, you can picture his confusion, awe, and surprise.*

*He turned to Peter.*

"This bitch?"

*Peter nodded.*

(Johnson isn't mean, mind you. He's just blunt and has a habit of thinking out loud, resulting in situations like what I just did)

*Kyle's ears fold back a bit, a tiny whimper escaping his throat.*
"Hey..."
*Wow. What a greeting.*

*Peter leaned in.*

"He doesn't mean any harm. He's just... vocal about his thoughts.*

*Johnson stepped up to Kyle.*

(J) "Wjat's your name, fresh meat?"

Kyle: "Kyle Milton, sir!"

"Hm. Got spark. I'll give you that."

*He slapped Kyle's back, straightening his posture more.*

"But that's Sergeant Major to you, new blood! You may be a Spartan now, but under my command, you are dirt! Understood?"

*Kyle looked at a Cafe nearby. It's pretty roughed up, with its windows shattered, and everything inside broken, though the structure didn't fail.*
"That was my favorite one..."
*He shook his head.*

*The conversation Peter was having escalated to an argument. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but he could tell Peter was pissed.*

*Kyle slowly backed away, sitting down on a nearby bench, covered in dust.*

*Peter walked away, in a noticeable huff.*

*Kyle didn't speak to Peter, as he pulled out a Diary, writing his own personal thoughts on the events that happened today.*

"Diary,
We had a large earthquake today, rare in this region. Nobody was hurt, for all I know. Jeez, mother nature must have been so tired of this area being at peace; not that Mother Nature's a bad girl, just a lil' irritable right now. How about we just let things be."
*He finished writing, then closed the Diary, sitting it on his lap.*

*The soldiers cleared out after a while.*

*Kyle eventually decided to walk home, so he began walking in the direction of his home; a small house, enough to house 3 people. Once he entered, he sat in his bedroom, turning on the TV. Displaying news on the earthquake, it is.*

*Peter appeared in one shot.*

*He smiled, knowing Peter was a good friend.*

*Then, an aftershock hit.*

*Being 5.3 on the Richter Scale, it was strong, but relatively safe compared to the initial quake, but it clearly knocks around some stuff in the house, and around the city.*
*It only lasts 15 seconds, but things could have been worse.*

*Nothing else happened the rest of the day.*

(jhbdharekkhsnnhhjehhjhbrwv njnqrwnkhjrwnrenthqhrweqnn vbfnwbfbwebbwjbew)

*He finished drinking the water, and began to stretch, when suddenly; he vanished!*
(teleportation much)
*Suddenly he appeared...on Tatooine?*

(Oh dear)

*Peter was nonetheless startled.*

*Kyle looked around; he didn't have his helmet with him! His suit was still on, so at least it could protect him.*
*He looked around Tatooine; clearly its 32 BBY; the Crisis on Naboo had started.*

*Minutes later, the ship he had been on before appeared in the sky.*

(The UNSC one Peter took him to)

(:P)

*A Droid Control Ship exits hyperspace at the same time, with a Droid Fleet following shortly after; seems the Trade Federation wants something here; the UNSC better be ready if they want violence.*

(Sorry, hanging out with my gf)

*The UNSC ship swung around, while several smaller ships flew out of the hangar.*

*Out of the droid ships, several Hunter class attack and bomber craft begin emerging in the thousands; quite literally an armada. They begin attacking on sight.*

*Meanwhile, Kyle, far away from this stuff, is now in a local Tavern, curiosity taking over.*

*The smaller ships from the UNSC ship landed nearby, with multiple Marines and Spartans deploying.*

(lets just say the droids in this timeline got a H E F T Y upgrade)

(Okie)

*B1 Battle Droids begin deploying at once, their weapons easily going through most armor, and Marines and Spartans alike begin dropping like flies; meanwhile, virtually no bullets seem to pierce the B1 Battle Droids' thick yet hilariously fragile bodies*
(going from Clone Wars battle droids here lmfao)

*Kyle could recognize the voice of one of the Spartans as belonging to Peter.*

(The Spartans would have energy shields which can dampen and evenly distribute energy from Covenant weapons across the armor to avoid taking damage as long as they're up. For context, a shot from a Covenant plasma weapon burns about a thousand times hotter than the bolts fired by an E-5 blaster carbine, which is what B1 Battle Droids use)

*Kyle, having accidentally become **VERY DRUNK**(not dangerously), stumbles outside, clumsy but somehow happier than usual. You can already see the hangover coming in long after and it is not gonna be pretty.*
Kyle: "Wh....whwhfwwfnhwjq..."
*He couldn't make a coherent sentence so far...you can clearly see the drunk bubbles as if it was a cartoon.*

*Peter was carrying Kyle's helmet. He ran over and slid it onto his head.*

"Cyan, take over for him. We'll need your help."

CYAN: "Affirmative."
*Kyle's suit then begins its combat prep, before smashing a B1 in its wouldbe groin*

*Peter returned to directing the other Spartans.*

(Peter and the others are SPARTAN-IVs)

*Kyle meanwhile is kicking the droids' ASS as Republic Fighters and a Venator enter through Hyperspace; completely unaware of UNSC presence.*

*That is, until Peter punched a (generic white-armor) Clone Trooper during the same swipe he used to take out a B1, snapping his neck.*

*Now its a 1v1v1, the Separatists, the Republic, and the UNSC*
*Kyle meanwhile passed out, the whatever he drank at the tavern kicked in, and he sleepin in the chaos, helmet tumbled off. He's eventually captured by Captain Rex alongside Anakin and Ahsoka, unaware of the type of person Kylr is*

*Peter made a beeline for the Jedi, trying to explain his mistake and not realizing that they were Jedi.*

(In theory, a SPARTAN-IV wouldn't know who or what a Jedi is, and he looks kinda like a droid in his armor)

*Anakin immediately force-pushed Peter away, while a nearby Clone used a Stun Blast, realizing it was a voice changer, and likely a human, not a droid*
Anakin: "Secure him, I've got this one!" *He says while carrying Kyle*

"Dammit! Listen to me, you idiot! I'm on your side!"

*His armor locked in place when he hit the ground.*

(SPARTAN-IV tech suits have a thin layer of crystalline gel between the suit and the armor that can solidify to lock a Spartan rigidly in place to avoid injury or death from impacts with surfaces or internal wounds. The two best examples I can think of to demonstrate this are as follows: 1) In the opening cutscene of Halo 3, Master Chief jumps out of the Forerunner Keyship he was in at the end of Halo 2, and his armor is shown to have locked when he is shown on the surface shortly after; and 2) In one of the Halo books (Silent Storm), during a raid on a Covenant Supercarrier, Linda-058 mentions how her armor has locked her in place due to a broken rib hanging inches away from her heart, the result of a rather nasty fall down the tunnel Blue Team was using to escape the ship)

(stun bolts knock you out lol)

(The bolt wouldn't have pierced his armor's shields. It wouldn't emit enough EM energy or static disruption to break his shields. Also, the crystalline gel is also the lore explanation behind the Armor Lock ability from Halo: Reach)

(i see, though i've seen in all instances they were used that they usually knock you out one hit)

Kyle: *watches innocently*
CYAN: *waits patiently*

*He suddenly stabbed the air, except it wasn't the air. It was a cloaked Elite - no matter how it got in here. All that really did matter was the fact that Peter was now going toe-to-toe with a space lizard armed with only a scalpel.*

*Kyle's suit immediately acts on instinct, grabbing the elite and punching its face as hard as possible, knocking it out.*
Kyle: "Did...did I do that?!"
*Kyle was unharmed, and he stared at his hands in the armor, shocked.*

"No, the armor did."

*He put Cyan's chip back into the helmet.*

"That should stop any involuntary motion."

*The Elite's face was a mangled mess. The bone was poking out... ew...*

(whoa i thought it knocked the elite out not f**king kill lmao. tho the helmet is still off)
*Kyle looks at the Elite, disgusted.*
Kyle: "That's so gross." *He shakes his head, covering his nose; apparently Elites smell really bad, dead or alive.*

*He put the helmet on Kyle's head.*

"Cyan, take control of the systems."

*He turned to a doctor.*

"Do you know neural link implantation surgery?"

(Neural links are basically micro computers installed at the base of your skull when you join the UNSC. It's basically tracking and digital ID as well as security clearance for most of the rank-and-file, COs, and ONI members, but for a Spartan, it allows them to interact with their suits, their AI, and multiple types of computer systems)

Doctor: "We don't have that kind of technology available to us."
CYAN: "Don't worry, I think I can connect to every device here in a second."
Kyle: "Holdup, why do I need the helmet on?" *He takes the helmet off, still covering his nose from the Elite's corpse.*

*He put the helmet back on.*

"So Cyan can interact with your suit systems. Now come on. We're going to get you initiated."

Kyle: "Initiated?"
CYAN: "Yes, Initiated."
*Wooooooooo boy...*

*He gave Kyle the rundown while they waited for transport: He would be surgically augmented with advanced cybernetics, recieve an express version of SPARTAN-IV training, then assigned to a team and sent on his first assignment.*

*Windu sensed this, and using the Force, pulled the restraints to remain in perfect place.*
Windu: "Don't try anything."

"Shut up, cue ball."

Windu: "Nice try."
*He held his hand out, now using a Jedi Mind Trick.*
Windu: "You will tell us everything you know."

*His neural link shorted out when he did, knocking Peter clean out as it rebooted.*

(The neural link is connected directly to the user's brain. If a sudden shift occurs, the link might short out due to the unexpected change)

(i dont think a jedi mind trick affects a neuralink directly lol)
Windu: *signs*

(It affects the brain though)

*He was conked tf out.*

Windu: "Get him in a cell, we'll deal with him later." *He tells a clone trooper.*
*Peter is moved to a cell.*

***MEANWHILE FOR KYLE***

*Some of the clones were prodding him, taking guesses at what species he was.*

(WE COMPLEYTEEGHGDHEHDEDWEHGDG EDHJGJDJGEGFEGEGYEFDYFD#)

(Sorry)

Kyle: "Hey- whaddya doin-?!"
*The clones chuckle somewhat, still prodding and guessing.*

*One of them, apparently higher ranked, issued an order, and they all padded away down the hall, followed by the higher ranking one.*

(Note that Star Wars characters don't know what pool, ore a cue ball, are, so the meaning of this insult would be lost on him)

(stun bolts knock you out on contact)
*Anakin and Rex both quickly carried Peter and Kyle to a Republic Gunship, loading you on before exiting the battlefield.*

(I know, but SPARTAN shields distribute incoming energy evenly across a field of energy enveloping the entire outline of the suit. If the stun bolt pierced his shields and his armor to KO him, it would've been strong enough to kill any normal person)

*To his merit, Peter managed to hold out longer against the effects of a stun bolt for longer than most. But eventually, his willpower gave out, and he fell unconscious, his armor still locked rigidly in place.*

***Unknown amount of time passes...(1 rotation)***

*Kyle woke up in what appeared to be a Hospital Bed; he was in Republic Garments, his armor locked away next to him*

*Peter was struggling against restraints, still in a fighting mood and looking to punch Anakin in the face if he wouldn't listen.*

*Kyle looked around; they were both surrounded by Clone Troopers of the 501st, 212th and 327th Star Corps*
Kyle: "Wh...where am I?"
*He groaned; clearly the hangover began.*

*Peter yelled.*

"Hey! Bucket-heads! Are you deaf?! I wanna speak to the guy who threw me into the air just then!"

*He finally tore off the restraints and made a bolt for his armor, stored next to Kyle's.*

*The clones immediately stun blast him again, keeping him down, and using tougher restraints to keep him down*
*Kyle meanwhile just slowly slips through them, silently tip-toeing out of the room, until he bumps into Captain Rex by accident!*
Kyle: "..."
Rex: "..."
Kyle: "...hi."

*Peter woke up about an hour later, this time weaker and not able to move as much. He turned to face a 501st trooper.*

"What's your damn problem?! That hurts! A lot!"

*The clone immediately turns to you.*
Clone: "Quiet, the General's coming here any moment."

"Oh, the general?! General of what?! What's his service number?! Who's his C.O.?! Where's the go***mn spooks when you need them..."

*That last part seemed more to himself. The door then slid open.*

("Spooks" refers to members of the UNSC Office of Naval Intelligence. ONI is basically the CIA mixed with the FBI, KBG, and USSR Secret Police. They know pretty much everything and operate outside the usual chain of command in the UNSC. They get away with a LOT of war crimes and also censor outgoing propaganda and other such material to maintain morale among civilian populations. ONI spooks are never too far away - except when you actually need one. In such a case, all ONI operatives magically disappear to God-knows-where and somehow know the entire sordid history of what happened while you were gone when you finally locate them)

"Huh?"
*He looked down at the bag, and noticed. He had already consumed 12 of the 100 chocolates.*

"The more you eat, the sicker you'll get."

"..."
*He looks at you, blinking twice."
"...oh."
*He drops the bag.*

"Prepare yourself."

"...wait wha-"
*family guy style cut to the hospital*
*Kyle lies in a hospital bed, nauseous and dizzy, sick from the chocolates he ate. He's not in pain, but to say he feels sick, is an understatement*

*Peter is arguing again, this time with the nurse over werewolf physiology.*

*Kyle tries not to listen to the argument, instead distracting himself with the TV, looking at what's playing; a comedy show!*

*He finished the argument and threw a bottle of nausea medication towards him.*

*It missed, hitting a random monitor that breaks the TV, which then falls and slaps the light panels, which causes a light to 360 rotate a suit that falls and lands on top of Kyle.*
(chain reaction much?)

*He sprinted into action.*

"F**k... you okay?"

*Eventually, Kyle falls asleep on the bed.*

*Cut to sunrise.*

*As the sun rises, Kyle wakes up. He stretches out, his ears wiggle, his tail curls, and his muzzle takes in the fresh air. A new day.*
(my headcanon is that werewolves stay the way they are, regardless if its day or night)

*Peter knocked on the door.*

*He gets out of bed, before opening the door, tongue out in a blep*
"Hello!"
*He gives a friendly wave, smiling.*

"Morning."

*He hugs Peter, giving a soft lick on the cheek; a playful gesture.*
"You alright from yesterday?" *He asks.*

"I'm fine."

"Good to hear!"
*His tail wags, as he tilts his head in curiosity*
"What brings you here?" *He asks, smiling*

"Stupid damage control people want me to check every damn house in the sector when I'm already swamped."

"Why?"
*He then remembers what happened yesterday.*
"...right."

"Yeah."

Kyle: "Sir yes sir!"
*He's getting a tad excited*

"Wrong! You say 'Yes, Sergeant Major,' or 'No, Sergeant Major,' got it, fuzz-bum?!"

Kyle: "Y-yes Seargeant Major!"
*a tad confused he is, but mostly get it, he does now*

"Good. There's hope for you yet. Now hustle!"

*He marched off, taking long strides.*

*He went ahead and entered his barracks to get settled in*

*Peter helped him.*

*Kyle takes off his helmet, fanning himself.*
Kyle: "Whew, it gets sweaty in there real quick." *He says, fascinated and a little warm.*

"Just cool off a little."