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Post by Mattox Forrest on Sept 24, 2013 21:41:57 GMT -5
The platoon-sized accommodations were familiar, comfortable even. Private First Class Mattox Forrest surveyed his new home with a rare smile. He had never had much in the way of personal space, growing up in a military family with two other brothers and then being sent to a military school as soon as he was old enough. On this occasion, Mattox was lucky enough to be given the bottom bunk.
In most situations, the new SDC trooper would have cut a rather sharp image. He could have even been taken straight from a recruiting brochure for the Republican Army or the Expeditionary Corps, his EXPAT-D uniform was so squared away, from his polished jump boots to his soft cover. The large, standard-issue duffel bag slung over his shoulder would have given him away, even had he not been in uniform.
The jump boots made a distinct sound on the deck of the UCS Dauntless Fury, and they seemed to almost echo throughout the room. Mattox assumed the platoon was either in the mess hall or were in some sort of training, because the room was empty. The new trooper stopped walking and looked around again. It was a good feeling, almost. The training had been rough, but interesting, yet it left something to be desired. Now that he had graduated and received his orders, he was hoping that it would not have been in vain.
Finally spotting the bunk he had been assigned, Mattox made his way over to it and set about preparing it for habitation. It was small, but he felt that just made it cozy. As soon as that was accomplished and his bag was unpacked and its contents stored in his assigned foot locker, Mattox pulled out a small personal computer and began recording. "Hey guys, just wanted to let y'all know that I got out here fine. The ship is amazing. It's freaking huge! Gabe, I don't think even YOU could fly this sucker. I mean, maybe if you grew a pair, you might be able to, but who knows if that'll ever happen." Mattox laughed at his point, clearly joking with his older brother, who was an expert Starfury pilot. "I should probably get going and try to meet some of my squad, so I'll wrap it up for now. Dad, I love you and don't worry, I'll make sure to kick some ass since you're a little too old and feeble for that nowadays. Mike, take care of yourself, kid. If you do join up with the SDC, I'll try to talk to someone and get you wherever I'm stationed. You know I got your back, little bro. Take care and shoot straight. Hope to hear from y'all soon." |
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Sept 26, 2013 10:54:18 GMT -5
Coming back from a rather disappointing lunch consisting mostly of soup, Berlioz walked back to the Infantry Berth. Plan was to grab his bag full of workout gear and head to the simulation room for a few sessions. It'd been sometime since he'd been able to use one that was pre-configured to some training scenario and he'd made sure to bring his own mission profiles on a data chip with him from his last posting. However as he opened the door he found someone apparently finishing up a recording, presumably for family or loved ones. He paused in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt, but it was only a few seconds later that he finished.
Walking in, Berlioz gave the soldier a curt nod, out of a mixture of habit and courtesy before walking past him to his own bunk and pulled out his small grey holdall from underneath. Setting it on the bed he quickly checked over the contents, making sure nothing vitally important was missing before pushing it aside and opening his footlocker, grabbing his large general use duffel bag and dropping it next to the holdall. Quickly finding the small internal pouch that had the chip in, he put it into the holdall, closed both bags and put the duffel back into the footlocker.
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Post by Mattox Forrest on Sept 28, 2013 21:30:02 GMT -5
As he was finishing up his video message, Mattox saw someone standing in the door with his peripheral vision. The person waited until he was done and Mattox quickly processed what his eyes showed him. The guy was a fellow trooper and also had PFC insignia. The trooper went to his own bunk and began getting some things together. Not wanting to waste the chance, Mattox quickly exited his bunk and approached the guy.
"Hey, would you happen to know where everyone is? I was just assigned here." His natural curiosity caused his eyes to quickly scan the area and he noticed that the other trooper seemed to be throwing some things together to do some sort of training. "Looks like you know something about the training facilities on board. Would you mind giving me a rundown? I'm a groundpounder... Don't know much about ships. That's more of my brother's area of expertise. Hell, where's my manners? Name's Mattox Forrest, PFC. Formerly of the Republican Army."
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Sept 30, 2013 18:50:01 GMT -5
A voice from behind startled him slightly, asking him where everyone was. He stopped what he was doing and turned slightly, "I'd presume around this time the majority of the personnel on board are having lunch in the mess hall. You might find some other people in the workout facility, simulation room, potentially checking their gear in the armoury. Aside from that I can't really be more specific, I haven't been here long myself". He hoped that was enough to satisfy him and turned back to the bag on his bed, zipping it up.
However the soldier behind him spoke again, this time regarding the training facilities on the ship and referring to himself as a 'groundpounder'. Berlioz had heard that a few times from other soldiers but it wasn't something he'd ever found himself saying as a description of what he did. After that came a name, rank and... Republican Army? He thought, this soldier came from a similar background to him then, a normal soldier chosen to be tested for SDC training, that or he volunteered for it. The face nor the name, Mattox Forrest, rang any bells so the likelihood of them having served together was pretty low.
He turned around properly this time, looking directly at Forrest, noting the fact that he was practically a poster child for a soldier in the UCHD, in comparison to his own conservative frame and the fact his uniform was so clean and well presented it looked like it was only being worn for the first time. "Private First Class Lamond, I was actually just heading to the Sim' Room but the workout facility is practically next to it so I can point you in the right direction when we get there"
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