I do not own Pumpkin Scissors, only a character and location or two.
A/N: I know this is short, but this is just the intro, please review and let me know what you think.
Corporal Randel Oland sat hunched over in his desk in the Office of Section III. His mountain of a frame could barely fit into the chair. Capitan Hunks sat behind his desk, his pipe hanging out of his mouth in its usual position as he read through a report.
Warrant Officers Martis and Oreldo sat nearby, lazily reclining in their chairs. Mercury dozed on his pallet in the far corner of the room while Sergeant Major Lili Stecchin knelt next to the dog, stroking his head. It was quite, except for the tick tock of the clock on the wall. A boot suddenly kicked in the door on the entrance to the room, reviling Second Lieutenant Alice Malvin.
"On your feet! This is not how members of the Imperial Army do not sit like this!" she shouted, causing everyone to jump. Oreldo lost his balance and fell back in his chair while Martis and Randel sprang to their feet. After a moment, everyone but the Capitan and Mercury were on their feet.
"The condition of things around here is pathetic, we will recite the code of ethics of the Army," she shouted. This earned a groan from a majority of the group. The Lieutenant ignored this and began to pace about.
"Now, repeat after me!" she started, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. She spun on her heal, drawing her short sword in the process.
"Who dares interrupt the Imperial Code of Ethics!" she shouted, pointing the blade at the wooden door.
"Calm down Lieutenant, this isn't the first time we've had a visitor in the middle of one of your rants," Capitan Hunks said, his expression hardly changing. The Sergeant Major calmly walked over and opened the door, holding it so that it blocked whoever was present from view. Randel noticed Alice move her hand to the back of her neck out of the corner of his eye.
"May I help you?" The Sergeant Major asked sweetly, her head angled up to look at the person behind the door.
"I'm looking for someone," came a gruff reply. The male voice was soft and deep, but not as deep as Randel's. A flicker of recognition scurried across the Corporal's face.
"May I ask who?" she asked. A moment of silence filled the air before a reply was given.
"Corporal Randel Oland, I was told he was working in Section III," the voice replied. The Sergeant Major looked back at Randel before looking back up at the visitor.
"He's here, would you like to see him?" she asked.
"That would be very nice, thanks," came the reply. The Sergeant Major stepped to the side, opening the door all the way. Standing in the doorway was a tall man in the tattered remains of an Imperial Army jacket. His untrimmed brown hair merged with the beginnings of a beard.
A long scar ran from his left temple down to his jawbone that was hidden by the beginnings of his beard. He wasn't as tall as Randel, but he was a close runner up for the position of tallest person in the room.
"Hey big man, it's been a long time," the man said, looking at Randel. The Corporal's face was filled with shock as he looked back at the man.
"Bat, is that you?" he asked quietly. The man nodded simply.
"Yeah, its me," he replied. Everyone else in the room looked on silently, interested to see what would happen. The two large men simply looked on at each other for what seemed like ages.
"Corporal, do you mind explaining who this man is?" The Lieutenant asked her hands folded in front of her chest. Randel remained silent for a moment or two.
"He's an old friend, Maim," he said. The man put his hands on his hips, pulling back the raged coat. There, on his right hip, sat a metal lantern. The unmistakable letters ran across the top of the lantern.