Nexelus awoke to someone knocking on his bunk room door. He stood up and adjusted his casual tunic. He pressed the door button, while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“What do you think General?” asked Reese, stepping back a few steps.
Nexelus inspected Reese’s armor, it was chrome and it reflected every little bit of light back into the Draecon’s eyes. Nexelus had to admit it looked pretty cool, especially against the black stripes on the ARC trooper’s armor.
“It hurts my eyes.” said Nexelus, “But not in the bad way. Where did you get the paint for that anyway?”
“It came in on General Drakalette’s gunship, and since no one was using it I took some paint and messed around.”
“Did you ask her if you could take it?”
“You didn’t, did you?” asked Nexelus.
“Nope. No has ever complained about it.”
“You’re stealing things now?”