I own Stanley, Timothy, Noah, David, and Antonio.

Stanley blinked twice at the retreating form of the Colonel. "Huh. The big guy's runnin' away. Typical for them soldiers these days."

"Uh..sir?" The spoiled looking kid said. "Are you gonna keep talking to yourself or are you gonna let us introduce ourselves?" The kids voice was filled with sass.

'Oh,' thought the Sergeant. 'He used that tone of voice with me?'

Stanley turned as intimidatingly as possible, and stared the Lieutenant down with an eye sharper than an eagle.

"Boy...lemme tell ya something." All lieutenants flinched. "I...am NOT going to tolerate any of your attitude." Volume was increasing, words came out sharper.

"You're on MY team now. I don't know what silly training regiment you were in before, but let me tell ya something. You ain't in it anymore, and you will respect me. God only KNOWS what your spoiled little self will be going through if I get any kind of back talk what so ever. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

The boy nodded his head just slightly. "Yes sir."

"What was that? I can't hear you over the sound of you wettin' your pants."

"Yes sir!" The boy raised his voice to a more appropriate tone.

"Now then. I'll tell you what to do. I expect you to do as I say. You boys can make it easy and we can 'ave an enjoyable, learnin' exp'rience. You'll know the purpose of servin' you country. Or you can make it hard on yourselves and deal with me yellin' at ya. Or worse, even. Understand?"

"Yes sir!" It was a chorus of four very, very pathetic voices.

Stanley sighed in frustration but chose to ignore just how terrible the team he was assigned really was. The old man has faced all sorts off challenges. He'll make them a better team soon enough.

"I'm Stanley. You'll all address me as Sir." The Sergeant introduced himself. "You." he pointed at the lanky boy. "Tell me your name."

"Timothy Mason, sir!" He was shaking from the Sergeant's previous tone.

Stanley just nodded his head and looked to the spoiled boy. "Tell me your name." He ordered.

"Noah William, sir!"

Next was the small soldier.

"David Willis, sir!"

Finally, the nerdy one stated his name.

"Antonio Stephens, sir!"

"Boys," Stanley started after the names were introduced. "You are working with your Nation's military. You should be proud, and honored with every job given."

Timothy spoke. "Sir, if you don't mind asking, what honorable job will we be working for first?"

Sergeant Brooks motioned around him. "Cleaning this mess and fixing this hangar up back to proper military service, of course."

Four sets of eyeballs then rolled in perfect synchronization.

There will be talk of the robots soon x3 I'm sorry it's taking forever to show them but...I'm making a different story, remember?