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Post by Rynne on May 22, 2006 17:18:16 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Christelle was back in the recreation room, with her field clothes on.
Her uniform was slightly worn out and her unit patch said she was part of the Infantry company, A Platoon.
She leaned on the wall, waiting for private Johnson.
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Post by Carnely on May 23, 2006 9:55:29 GMT -5
After Andromache vanished down the hallway, a tall, looming figure emerged from a side corridor. Alex approached the snack machine, swearing under his breath, and inspected the damage. He hated it when machines got hurt.
He squatted by its side and opened the face plate with one of the multi-tools that filled his pockets. Gently probing down a slot, he felt around the coin box. A sarcastic grin twisted his lips as he growled "Bloody jarhead can't even get the price right... that figures". He stroked the machine's battered side and started fixing as much damage as he could.
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Post by Zeamass on May 23, 2006 19:06:25 GMT -5
Johnson lead the squad from the Rec Room, having found Takino trying to play a game of Volleyball. The Private then took them into one of the medium sized buildings, leading them through the vehicle filled room and stopped at the door leading to a midsized office. "Captain Al-Mari is in there, Sir."
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Post by Zeamass on May 26, 2006 4:46:19 GMT -5
Captain Al-Mari was a swarthy, granite faced man that looked like he belonged in a bedouin raider's get up rather than the unit's olive drabs.
"At Ease" Al-Mari commanded, his clear voice penetrating the room. "I've called you four in here to have a short talk. " began the Arabian. "I know that most of your duty will be detached service, apart from this company and apart from your platoon. However, those men and women are your family. Treat them as such and you will survive. Fail to do so..." The captain trailed off ominously.
Al-Mari brightened as he moved to the other reason he had brought the squad here. "A platoon must have a figurative father, and a figurative mother. Lieutenant Andromache here serves as the father. Major Sawabe and I discussed the issue of the platoon's "Mother" quite thoroughly." The captain then opened his desk and took out a sheet of paper.
"Corperal LeRoy" He commanded. "Do you promise to serve the unit, obey the mandates and charters on which this unit was formed and to do your duty to the best of the ability?"
The Taurian woman gave a simple "I do."
Al-Mari then signed a sheet of paper and handed the pen to Le Roy, who signed her name on the indicated space.
"That is all for now. Dismissed."
The squad filed out of the room, Takino happily congratulating Christelle on her promotion.
"Mikael, would you please stay here for a moment? I need to speak with you, alone."
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Post by Zeamass on May 26, 2006 5:04:45 GMT -5
<<<<<Posted on Siru's Request>>>>>>
Jia glared at the wreck that had once been her hover car. When she had left it, the machine had merely been out of fuel and had damaged several skirts. The gangs of Solaris took the hovercar and had used it as target practice.
"What am I to do with THAT!" Jia pointed furiously at the scrapmetal, the light drizzle doing nothing to diminish her fury. The Capellan should be relieved that the gangsters merely set about wrecking it and had failed to do any real damage to her belongings.
"Well" ambled one unit's mechanic "We always need spare parts. You'd get good cash value on the frame. The engine's still functional."
"You may as well!" Jia snorted. "It's not like anyone else is going to give me anything for this."
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Post by Shrapnel on May 26, 2006 14:06:59 GMT -5
Mikael stood at ease in the same spot he had upon entering, and remained there long after the others had left. Being so young at such a high rank, he sort of wondered if what the Captain had to say wasn't something along the lines of the age-old classic "you're young and inexperienced and I don't know if I should trust you" routine. Still, it wasn't like such things bothered him...he had become used to it. No, more than likely it was just another assignment, or perhaps a new recruit he needed to "go easy on." Either way, he awaited Al-Mari's reply.
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Post by Zeamass on May 26, 2006 17:28:38 GMT -5
OOC: With thanks to Robert Heinlein
"Sit down please, Mikael." Al-Mari drew a pitcher from his fridge that contained a liquid that resembled the color Solaris gave off when it peaked through the planet's clouds. The captain then poured out two tumblers full of the liquid and gave one to Andromache. "Orange juice, from Terra herself. I've never cared for Naranji juice."
When the young infantryman looked suitably relaxed, Al-Mari spoke again. "How do you think it would feel like to lose a battalion?" From Andromache's puzzled experession, this was not the talk he was expecting. "I'll tell you how it could happen. The Battalion could be sent to some Allah Forsaken world to conquer it. A commando team could predict the location of the Major's staff meeting and set a bomb there, killing all in attendence. You are likely to be the highest ranking officer not at the meeting and you will likely be in command. You will be it. Not an acting officer, not an observer, but The Old Man. You better act quickly and if Allah chooses to keep the fear from the voice as you issue your commands, you are blessed."
The Captain relaxed slightly and took a long drink from his orange juice. "We want you to worry about it, Mikael. We want you to plan things ahead of time so that when it does happen, you will be able to do as you need without hesitation."
Quahhar looked Andromache straight in the eyes. "We've given you a good sergeant in LeRoy. She's smart and experienced. Do not feel week for asking her advice. It's what she's there for. You don't have to take her advice, oh no. Chances are it will spark some other plan in your mind, but remember, she's there. If you don't even ask her, she'll think she has a jackass know it all for commander and she'll be right."
Exhausted, Captain Al-Mari slumped down into his desk. "Again, I wish you good luck in your command, Lieutenant. I will also remind you of the company staff meeting this friday. Be well, Mikael."
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Post by Shrapnel on May 27, 2006 1:41:11 GMT -5
Mikael saluted and turned to leave the room. But as he was leaving, he paused, and pulled the old Winchester he had out of its holster on his back.
"Sir, I may not be the most experienced person in my field," he said, with his back still turned to the Captain, "but believe me when I say this: I won't let you down." He turned, slowly, and approached Al-Mari's desk, placing his rifle upon it.
"This was once the gun of heroes, my Captain. I take my chivalrous duties seriously." And with that, he left the room, with the rifle still on the desk.
Al-Mari paused, and then picked up the rifle and studied it closely. "Winchester company, 1898, 30-30 caliber..." The gun of heroes, to Mikael, was the gun that won the West. And all Al-Mari could ponder is why a Greecian kid, who had no ties to the former United States, be so interested in such a relic?
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Post by Rynne on May 27, 2006 6:43:53 GMT -5
Christelle went straight for the coffee machine. She needed caffeine badly.
Her hands were slightly shaking as she was trying to get money from her wallet.
Being promoted to sergeant brought new duties and new responsabilities. She was feeling like her first bomb defusal with a real, full sized device. She was both eager and fearful.
She took a few calming breathes and picked a capuccino.
"Alright, my turn, who wants what ?"
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Post by Zeamass on May 30, 2006 13:45:53 GMT -5
Noriyuki looked over the ruins of Jia's hovercar. If gangers would do that to a car.... The Major was glad he picked the young woman up last night. He saw Jia slump inside the rec center and the remains of the vehicle being taken inside a building. Noriyuki followed and got his Daikyu out, intent to go through another quiver full of arrows.
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Post by Dammed on May 30, 2006 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hototo was leaving the Rec Room after an exhausting workout when he saw the remains of the hovercar. He wandered over to have a look.
Not very good groupings... a sibko just entering Warrior training would do better. But what could you expect from Inner Sphere freebirths? Even their paid warriors couldn't measure up to a Trueborn child. The thought gave him a warm glow.
"Watch it there!" A mechanic called out as he maneuvered a lift towards the vehicle. "Move back please. I need to get this to the garage so we can salvage any usable parts."
Hototo stared at him blankly for a moment. Then he squatted down and peered through a puncture in the hull. Sure enough, the engine was still in there. He stared at it incredulously.
"Excuse me, please." Hototo stood up and took several steps away from the wreck. His hands wanted to clench into fists.
What fools... what morons he was surrounded by. He could barely stand it. What idiots. The youngest Clan child knew that you salvaged usable pieces from wrecks BEFORE you shot them. What if you hit something useful! You could ruin it forever! And these... these… these stupid Stravags didn't even have the sense to pull the engine out before shooting into a valuable piece of equipment like this! He expected better…. Even from a mercenary company.
He was stranded among animals, without a brain between them.
Hototo headed back into the Rec Room for a longer workout. Maybe exhaustion would drown out the taste of the anger and despair.
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Post by The Snuggly Siru on Jun 1, 2006 17:04:00 GMT -5
Jia lets out a deep sigh when the hover car is taken away. The woman drags her belongings that were spared, which she is grateful for, into the rec room. She slumps against the wall and buries her face into her palms, what a week.
She rubs her face, before her hands drop and she tips her head back to look upwards for a moment quietly thinking. Her black locks tickling her form, a finger tapping on her knee. Her eyes are alive with calculation and thoughts.
After a few moments to herself to think, Jia pushes herself up to her feet and lugs her things over her shoulder to carry back to her room to put away. She sways at the load, but then gets her balance. She starts to head to head out.
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Post by Zeamass on Jun 2, 2006 13:13:34 GMT -5
*Thunk*
"What's got you down, Hototo?" The Major queried. Hototo was arguably the closest person to Noriyuki, having spent the past six years following Sawabe around as his bondsman.
*Thunk*
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Post by Rynne on Jun 2, 2006 15:55:18 GMT -5
Christelle sighed. No one was paying attention.
She drank her Cappucino in one chug and threw the plastic gobelet in the trashcan.
She rummaged through the bar, checking every drawer and cabinet.
"I'm pretty sure that there are some hidden somewhere..."
Suddenly, a large grin appeared on her face, and she grabbed a few bottles, lining them on the counter. The labels showed different brands of alcohol from the finests to the strongests available on solaris.
She cracked her knuckles and cleared her throat.
"Alright, people. I just got promoted to Sergeant. Let's do something about it !"
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Post by Rine on Jun 3, 2006 13:58:11 GMT -5
Alex wasn't much one for celebrations. After sitting quietly through the speach, and following the troop back to the Rec Room, he would supply the newly promoted woman with a polite salute, and quiet congratulations, probably not even heard over the noise of everyone else, before slipping off and out of the Rec Room, the broad shouldered man making a turn down the hallway towards the sleeping quarters.
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