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Shark is constantly tired, considering the busy life of a clone captain on the GAR's frontlines, but he always leaves some time in his schedule for helping his brothers with the customization of their armor.
His own armor is highly customized, it has a sharklike fin on the buy’ce, foldout blades on the kom’rke and greaves, and not to mention his multicolored paint. It’s like this: A swathe of storms in gray across his chest, a sharklike grin stretched across his face, a pattern of tiger stripes in light blue spanning his arms and legs, and a zigzag of 58th battalion purple sharpening the edges of his pauldrons. His designs are quite literal when you think about it, he is Shark after all.
He's helping his vod’ika customize their armor today, because Neuro deserves to have the customizations that Key never got to make to his armor. Neuro’s armor is painted with a detailed skeleton in terracotta, but with a cartoonish skull in the center of the ribcage, the bucket has a brain painted on it, the hand armor has multicolored tallymarks, their right pauldron holds the medic sigil, and in 58th purple, a distinct pattern of five blaster marks. That blaster mark paint carries the weight of a batchmate’s life on it.
With Shark’s help, Neuro adds a wrist mounted grappling hook, an emergency ration (or snack) pouch, and multiple concealed vibroblades to their kit. Not to mention the stickers they steal from Shark’s collection (they'll feign innocence later, while actively applying said stolen stickers to their armor). Well, Shark could never get mad at Neuro, the kid is just too sweet.