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Post by Victor Reinhardt on Aug 8, 2013 15:23:47 GMT -5
Reinhardt started to walk from the mess, where he had just had some dinner and was on his way back to his office to continue his work, he wasn't entirely sure what to do but also just relaxing in his large officer could also be nice, with a cup of tea. His thought was cut short as he noticed one of the troopers a regular enlisted man. He stopped for a short moment to think, he seemed familiar, So he decided to look through some files on his data pad before reading through one of the files with a thoughtful sound.
It seemed to be one of Hobbars soldiers which was very good and very lucky after all Hobbar wouldn't be better then his weakest link and if he could find a few flaw in the unit and bring Hobbar in loads of trouble would be fun. He approached the private having an unnerving smile "Hello trooper! You are.... Lamond yes?" he asked already knowing the answer, and it was always fun to see how they reacted, now it would be fun to see if Lamond was informed enough to know who he was. Peoples reaction around the SS was always amusing it usually seemed like a silent contempt, a kind of glance in their eyes where you could almost see the hatred, he loved the power and the rumour, after all he wasn't here to make friends.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 8, 2013 15:39:55 GMT -5
Whatever plans Berlioz had for the day suddenly crumbled before him as an SS officer walked towards him with a rather, unnecessary smile on his face. "Hello trooper! You are.... Lamond yes?" He said still smiling at him. Berlioz didn't even had to listen to the stories, all those rumours you heard about the SS and their methods and actions were all true. He'd seen the men walk out of the 'Interview' rooms, their faces bloody and their bodies broken. He'd seen the power armour equipped troopers kicking surrendering soldiers into the dirt, toying with them. He had to keep reminding himself that they were men inside those suits, if you could call them that, not machines.
Berlioz stood up from the table and saluted, "Private First Class Lamond Sir." As much as he wanted too, there wasn't anything he could do about this situation. In the time he took to stand up, he caught a glance at the name tag and rank on the officer's shoulder and breast, a Lieutenant by the name of Reinhardt. In the same glance he noticed the sidearm strapped to his hip, Someone permitted to carry an unsecured firearm while there is no active mission? This fact was startling but he didn't let it show. He'd served under enough arrogant and oppressive officers to not let his feelings be seen.
He didn't know anything about this Lt. Reinhardt, but if past experience was anything to go by, the only sensible choice right now was to just keep everything under control. Let nothing out.
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Post by Victor Reinhardt on Aug 8, 2013 16:11:50 GMT -5
He smirked as he saw the trooper quickly stand up into attention and saluting him he took a short moment to enjoy it before continuing his act "Oh I need to remember to take off my hat" he said as he took of his hat since soldiers weren't supposed to snap into attention when the officer wasn't wearing a hat, it was actually a lovely system. "Just relax a bit" he said as he placed his hat and his datapad on the table Lamond had been sitting by. He motioned to the seat as a gesture for Lamond to sit down before he himself took a seat not knowing how exactly the soldier was going to react.
He took off his gloves and leant back in the chair already missing the tea after all what they could get here tasted awful. "By the way my name is Victor Reinhardt.. And as you might know I'm a Liaison with your unit as you might know" he gave a slight smile "Please tell me something about yourself! I always love to learn something about the men I'm going to run around with for who knows how long.." that of course was a lie but it wouldn't sound like it, he simply smiled and sounded happy.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 8, 2013 16:24:38 GMT -5
Berlioz sat down again as Lt. Reinhardt also took a seat at the table. While Berlioz kept his eyes on the Lt. in the most non-threatening way possible, he constantly had that sidearm in thought, the fact that this man was permitted to carry on board was just bizarre. He didn't have a problem with guns if he was also armed, while this man was an officer and clearly not a direct threat, the fact that it was simply present set off the combat reaction in his head, all the while Reinhardt was talking he was creating scenarios in his head should he be forced to engage the officer. Dealing with armed individuals was normally a life or death situation and the fact this wasn't was extremely unnerving to him.
"By the way my name is Victor Reinhardt.. And as you might know I'm a Liaison with your unit as you might know" "Please tell me something about yourself! I always love to learn something about the men I'm going to run around with for who knows how long.." Reinhardt asked. Berlioz was somewhat expecting this, it was common practice for SS officers to be embedded in combat units so that explained his presence here. Obviously as a man dedicated to extracting information, letting him inside his head was probably the worst thing he could do, so he sat up a little straighter and said "Well Sir I signed up for service in the UCHD in 3352, passed basic training in the standard amount of time and was deployed for my first engagement after the allotted 2 week rest period. From there I was shipped from world to world to fight for... what was right. I accepted a few days leave after my first 15 months and then have been in deployment since. There isn't much more to it than that Sir."
That pause, why did he have to think of that. Why of all times now did that have to come crawling back into his thoughts.
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Post by Victor Reinhardt on Aug 8, 2013 17:58:34 GMT -5
To begin with Reinhardt wasn't sure what Lamond was thinking about, maybe he was surprised about something but he seemed to be deciding something, what most people didn't knew was that the eyes always told a great deal so he was glad when he noticed that it seemed Lamond was doing his best to keep his eyes fixed, he also seemed open about his past, which was a good thing.
"So you seen a lot of action and things? Must'ave been very special to transfer to the Drop corps? I mean it must sure beat standard army deployment. The extra training for and 'old dog' in the line of work... Your Parents must'ave been proud about that decision.." he gave a short smirk, the mention of peoples parents tended to bring up some sort of reaction. "The entire idea of their son being a part the UCHD's most elite killing force... Well the only really.." he took a breath and relaxed a bit before he continued speaking "So how do you like it in the unit so far? Made many friends? The good ol' comrade loyalty and all that" he smiled at his own comment "And I bet you like your leader that Hobbar fella, right?" he asked with a curious voice while trying to get to know Lamond before he'd start to try and break him.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 8, 2013 18:21:34 GMT -5
He waited for Lt. Reinhardt to finish speaking before responding, barely able to keep the shaking from showing. How this man could speak so candidly about all this was absolutely beyond Berlioz. He started from the top, "I've seen more than my fair share of conflict, I do wish I hadn't seen the things I have and the things I've done." He looked aside, "I don't feel special for being here, if the UCHD needs me here then I am here." He decided to ignore the 'old dog' comment lest he take the sidearm from him and jam it under the officer's chin. "I don't know what my parents think, but I'm sure they think of me from time to time" He didn't elaborate that his father was dead and he hadn't spoken to his mother since his only leave, another shameful moment he had to carry.
He looked back up at Reinhardt, "I haven't had any trouble fitting in here, the men mostly keep to themselves and I like it that way, everyone here seems like they take their job seriously and I can respect that" He paused before speaking on Hobbar, he hadn't known him too long but so far his impressions hadn't been negative. "I think Lt. Hobbar is a good man, he has been welcoming to myself and the other transferees in the unit, I haven't seen any reason to doubt his command." He'd probably said too much, but this guy didn't look like he was going away after a little chat. He was here to stay and probably had every intention of twisting him till he broke, make him dance a little.
Shame you can't break what is already shattered.
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Post by Victor Reinhardt on Aug 12, 2013 20:34:08 GMT -5
He listened carefully as Lamond spoke trying to find flaws and cracks, though mostly it seemed only like a few things he tried to steer around briefly glancing it, like talking about his parents, he didn't say to much and not to little, he seemed like a good example of a soldier, dutiful, thinking before speaking, and not talking ill of his leaders, though he knew there always was something with these kind of soldiers and the advantage he had over Lamond was the fact he already had more information on him then he would feel safe with others knowing, at least he would himself react in that way.
As Lamond finished speaking he nodded a bit giving a moments of silence before talking "Oh you don't talk much to your parents? I must admit they do give great support in hard situations, even if they don't understand what you are going through.." he said with a calm voice before leaning a bit forward and folding his hands "Concerning the other troopers in your unit, they keep to themselves? As in because you are transferees or? I had always thought that the drop corps had a sense of camaraderie above all else.. After all isn't that all you have in a battle? trusting your mates and working in unison.." he gave off a thoughtful sound hoping that his rant would make Lamond say something in his defence or show more about himself.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 13, 2013 17:51:12 GMT -5
Berlioz sat for a few moments as he thought about what to say in response, he didn't know what to say regarding his parents. Of course his father was dead so that was a clear answer on that front despite the fact that Berlioz just didn't really want to talk to this officer about it. His mother on the other hand was an entirely different matter. She loved him, he knew that, but he couldn't look her in the face anymore, couldn't speak to her about anything, even if she forgave him there was no going back after that, that was the turning point. Again, even more important that the Lt. never hear about that, so he just ignored the topic entirely, moving on to the other point that Reinhardt brought up.
"Concerning the other troopers in your unit, they keep to themselves? As in because you are transferees or? I had always thought that the drop corps had a sense of camaraderie above all else.. After all isn't that all you have in a battle? trusting your mates and working in unison.." Berlioz actually smiled at this, while it was common for officers to occasionally misunderstand how a military unit works on a interpersonal level, Reinhardt was clearly looking in the wrong place or just grasping at straws now, maybe he didn't have as much leverage as he thought?
Berlioz looked him in the eye and said, "You seem to be mistaking 'keeping one's self to them self' with 'being excluded' Lieutenant. There is camaraderie, there are the soldiers next to you, they are in the most basic sense the people you trust most. Just because you don't spend your time with them in a gym, or at a bar, doesn't mean it's not there. You see it in every firefight, every time a man gets pinned, someone will cover him." He looked away again, suddenly regretting this train of thought, "Everytime a man goes down, you drag him back. Whenever you hear someone screaming, you do what you can to help them out." Looking back at Reinhardt he stated coldly, "It is those actions that bring us together. You know who your 'comrades' are when you see them trying to hold the blood in from their best friend's arterial wound."
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