The wolf looked at the dragon on the other side of the table. "What are you going to do ? Attack the right flank ?" asked the canine. The hatchling seems to ponder. "It would expose the left wing to a counter attack. We don't have the manpower to fills all those available mechs." He said as he sucked on his pacifier like it was a cigare.
Loupy made a face. "Don't you feel we are pretty useless ?" Tacki rose his head from what he was looking at. "What do you mean ? You're the chief mechanic, you got your paws full all the time. I'm..." but he couldn't finish his sentence as his partner-in-crime made an hand gesture to look like a puppet. "The hatchling in charge, the poopy pants leader, the..." "Stop this, princess. I don't mind spanking your bottom here and now."
"I mean it seems we are never doing anything substantial. It's always the same team of pilots which get the spotlight, take all the decisions..." the wolf puts his pacifier back in his mouth while the officier mumbled behind his. "I would call us recurring characters in a tv show. Onyx, Renris, Dragore, they are the main characters. We're just second fiddle." "They are the heart of the action, fur sure." answered the little scaly with a little bit of a baby accent at the moment. "They are the people the rest of the crew talk about, those the population cheer for."
The wolf's reaction was going from pouty to poutier, which was rather adorable on his little plump face. "I feel I'm underused." he only added. "They may be those who do the fighting, but we are the ones making it possible. Without us, they would be just playing in a sandbox." stated the chief of the Little Rascals of the Universe. "I'll make a pincer attack here." pointing to the map.
"You too are forgetting why are here." said the booming voice of Horatio behind them. (Sorry, couldn't do the accent like you do.) The wolf and the dragon looked at each other and at the board. The red dragon was wearing an adorable snug purple onesie with stitched on patterns make to looks like medals and other military decorations over a thick night time diaper while the young canine predator was dressed in an adorable night time pink and white princess dress with onesie bottom covering his thick pink diapers.
"You two are on mandatory little time, you shouldn't be speaking of such activities which are the purviews of adults, like me." said the giant saint Bernard, wearing nothing but a huge white diaper in the comfort of his own quarters. "It seems you two are done playing." pointing a finger to the boardgame the two little cubs had in front of them, called The Star alliance. "and you smell like one of you did a stinker." Both babyfurs pointed a finger to the other. "It's him !"
Chief Lupine and Colonel Kawabata were enjoying some much needed leisure time during their company's cadre and garrison duty on some nameless colony in the Deep Periphery of the Inner Sphere. Loupy had been working for almost two days straight in the mechbay keeping his team's battlemechs online as well as providing some much needed work on the colonial militia's equipment. Meanwhile, Tacki had been dealing with partisan politicians and dim-witted newly trained military officers from the militia. Conveniently, both cubs had gotten to a lull in their work and Nurse Horatio Foster assigned them some mandatory little time to rest and recharge. Loupy and Tacki decided to not fight doctor's orders for once and got together for a friendly game of Battletech.
Sadly, the long work period had taken it's toll on their adult minds. Mid game, the two had a rules disagreement about charging procedures for an Urbanmech. Moments later, the two were in full little mode as the argument devolved into whoever screamed the loudest won... And at that point, the Saint Bernard nurse had to step in, and it was not going to be more than a pyrrhic victory for either...