I have now made a start of my next page for my graphic novel:
(I am aware that the road sign in the background is backwards, I will fix that later on)
Riley: Oh heck, I am so sorry, sir!
Soldier:…Bloody prosthetic piece of shit! Anyway, are you here to join the recon division?
Riley: Yep, because stealing food is apparently a war crime in the federation, so it was going to be either this or the factories.
Soldier: Heh, then in that case you will stay planted here until one of them comes to pick you up.
Riley: You know, if you attach those two screws it tightens more so you might not get that problem again.
Soldier: Wow, a fresh-faced recruit who knows more about these prosthetic contraptions than my own surgeon, are you sure you’re not misplaced?
Riley: Well I tinkered with a few things in an orphanage back home. I fixed some prosthetics for some war orphans… *re-adjusts the man’s arm* How’s that?
Soldier: I think it’s going to work like a charm for much longer, thanks for that!
Riley: Not a problem, you take care of yourself, sir.
Soldier: And you make sure you squash as many x-rays as you can for every poor orphaned kid you know of! *salutes him*
Riley: *salutes back* I intend to!
Soldier: I know, I don’t think he’s going to make it back in one piece either, but I might as well cheer the new guys on so that they will at least die happy in battle if they’re lucky…