Utterly Mad

Wolf:
You make your way over to the garages, walking past combat and non-combat personel all around. The Lumberyard, while being one of the smaller facilities, is quite active with it's military precence and it's many resource transports moving about.

You enter garage 25, which along with all other garages, is massive. The roof must be at least 10 stories above you, where massive spotlight hang.

You walk among the many walker-tanks standing idly on the side of the middle passages, with it's crews either maintaining it, or simpy waiting for orders.
Soon enough, you find your designated walker, number 263. Beside it, are two crewmembers idly chatting.
"...so then I was all alone, and the hound was somewhere around me in the bushes, with a huge ass knife by the way..."
The one talking seems to be a younger recruit, with an easygoing demeanor. He seems a bit shorter than the rest, with loose blond hair.
The other one seems a bit more restrained and calm, of average height and very short black hair.

The shorter one stops telling his story the moment he spots you standing there, and quickly gets up to salute you. The other one follows suit, if only a bit slower.
"Corporal! Private James Einsworth reporting for duty!"
"Private Leon Warrick, reporting for duty..."