|||Laiko's Journal #1|

||Journal Entry of Laiko #1||
||The Strange Marines||

And I thought I was weird.
	Not a single person there was bland, anyhting but to be accurate. My first encounter was with a robot man, one in which joined the CP-0, an extremely intimidating branch of the goverenment he doesn't think he wants to be apart of in his search of Identity.
	On his walk into the HQ, the metal man really seemed to throw him off, he was a bit weirded out, ready for anything, walking up expecting formal, normal marines in uniform. He was mistaken, these marines were unique, different. and the CIC was all in the same. From  my expectations a tall, strong man, with maybe a logia for being an admiral's superior, instead, she was a small woman, it threw him off, but the words he heard of the CIC was no tale, she takes on the strongest of the strong on a daily basis, scary stuff, when the man hadn't even settled on his pereferred fighting style, this threw him for a loop.
	He would have wanted the unique look as well, so he decided to leave, he went to his cabin, pulling out an outfit from his direct past, his peoples ritual clothing was to be a perfect fit in the odd show, and now that he saw all the different fighters, he could let his quirks out free, he was no longer afraid of shower his slightly abnormally large wings, shaped as Shandorians should.
	After the intimidating first day of him talking to absolutely no one, he layed on his back, sighing in disbeleif, that this job, and grind to get stronger would be this hard.