Report to Moderation Form

Report to Moderation Form
Reporting...	Prelude Stumbling through a hallway inside one of the fortified buildings of the Rangers, Wild retracted his helmet on his black and white armor. Coughing from the recent battle, Wild straightened himself up as he rubbed his exposed arm. "Goddamnit, the Knights have been running more and more interference," Wild mutters, as he walked past one of the older members before rounding a corner. Entering the mechanics' workshop, Wild disengaged his armor and handed the device over. "Here you go, fix it up will you?" "Sure thing Wild, and don't forget," the mechanic says, outstretching his hand. Grumbling to himself, Wild hands off his glasses before placing a set of contacts in his eyes. "You know...I really hate these things, but extra pairs of glasses keep getting destroyed too often." "Yeah I know, the armor will be ready in two days, get some rest. Seems they roughed you up out there," the mechanic says, setting the compacted damaged armor aside. "Rather not think about it," Wild responds back before leaving the room, ejecting out a small disc from his armor. Placing it inside his jacket's breast pocket, Wild continued along the make-shift base to the mess hall. While the Rangers weren't a military organization, they did certainly adopt certain features to maintain a level of command and efficiency. Despite being only 23 years old Wild was making himself out to be one of the melee-specialists of the group. Sitting down at one of the empty tables, Wild rested his head on the table, avoiding putting pressure on the injured armor. "I hope the info I found was worth it....why were there so many Knights out there?"
Reason for the report