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Post by Victor Reinhardt on Jul 29, 2014 15:07:50 GMT -5
He was getting annoyed at Berlioz "I am not here to rid your of your guilt" He started while listening to Berlioz's deranged words. Reinhardt let out a deep shrug "Yes I talk about career like it's something you care about because it is.. You have had plenty of chances to resign plenty of reasons to do so but yet you haven't instead you have decided to stay in service only building up more guilt, if the guilt had been a problem you wouldn't have been here doing deployment after deployment it's your own freaking choice" he said angrily.
"And what right I have? It's called Internal Security for a reason, what good will we do if we allow traitors and cowards into the ranks, the ARM is trying to tear us a part from the inside, cowardice can spread like the plague and I have to make sure that wont happen so I was having a simple talk to Private Vinigan about the way he spoke during the ops." He knew he was half lying he hadn't planed on threatening the boy, much. "But what you might not realize is that opinions do not belong in the military, you have signed the papers for you to follow what our government says, and never question your superiors, they are officers for a reason" he continued.
If it wasn't because Lamond was holding a gun he knew for certain this would have been the point he either knocked him unconscious or broken some of his bones, although he was still tempted to try. "You think you have it so bad after having killed some people from far away with a rifle, people you'll never know, faces you never seen, only helmets and armour. I know how it is to kill people, people whose name I know, faces I remember, voices I heard. You don't know how it is to look somebody in their pleading eyes and pull the trigger.." He looked at Berlioz with his usual degrading stare and spoke with a cold but annoyed voice. He felt like he had said to much but he had no regrets over the things he had done.
As Berlioz put the gun directly towards Reinhardt's face while pulling him closer, Reinhardt just looked into Berlioz eyes with a look of disgust on his face. Even as he was given the gun and it was pointed at Lamond's temple he shrugged "You know well enough that this is wrong, you are stressed not an idiot. Besides you wont accomplish anything by this other than hurting yourself and your friends" he acted rather calm although inside he felt weird with the entire situation not something he was used to and he had never seen a soldier go this far "Now if you are so unhappy then go resign, turn yourself into the MP's, sign your resignation go home, you could have done that nearly 7 years ago and you still can" he stated still feeling more calm now that the gun wasn't pointed at him. "Now honour your fallen comrades and act with some dignity soldier"
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 4, 2014 21:13:50 GMT -5
Reinhardt's voice was starting to slur, he didn't want to hear anymore. The Lieutenant was set on turning all blame away from him and the UCHD, he wouldn't listen. He shut the talking out, his finger twitching on the trigger. Just like that, the world was silent, and everything went quiet. Just before the rush took over his head, he heard footsteps behind him and a voice, "Hey man what the hell do you thi-"
For a fraction of a second Berlioz froze in horror as he realised what was about to happen.
Please don't...
A hand clapped onto his left shoulder, in a single fluid motion Berlioz reacted with all the years of training, fueled by years of now unrestrained pain. He spun counter clockwise, grabbing behind the trooper's neck and driving his elbow as hard as he physically could into the gap in his armour. The trooper's shoulder dislocated with a sickening, audible pop but the muscle tendons and sinew were stretched beyond breaking point as the momentum of Berlioz's elbow forced further into the gap.
Immediately after, Berlioz knocked the trooper's right leg out to the side, before stamping down with all his might sideways on the joint. It didn't resist much as the kneecap shattered under the weight of so much force, more tendons tearing at their connections, the leg now bent at an unnatural angle. It was only now that the trooper had time to scream out in pain but only for a second as Berlioz smashed the butt of the pistol into the side of his head, silencing him.
It was only then that he realised Vinigan was shouting something while covering the short distance between them at an alarming pace. He didn't think, he just reacted. Barely after the realisation hit him Vinigan was within arm's reach, presumably to try and tackle him. Berlioz shifted to the side, grabbing Vinigan's arm and placing a hand on his back, tripping him and driving him into the ground, quickly knocking him out with a strike to the back of his head.
Standing up, panting now, the realisation crashed into him just like it did all those years ago. The broken body in front of him. The blood on his hands. Those racing thoughts rushing through his head again. He didn't want to, but he looked at the gathered crowd, the horror and shock on their faces. One whispering "Dear God" under their breath, more muttering "Animal", another shouting "What have you done!?" "You selfish fuck!" "Now are you happy?!" Their words rang around the back of his head as he closed his eyes and sunk to his knees, tears rolling down his face between the choked sobs.
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Post by Victor Reinhardt on Aug 7, 2014 14:14:32 GMT -5
He looked at the trooper and wasn't sure what was going to happen here before he was let go and Lamond took all his rage out on some soldier there was probably his friend or at least used to be. Reinhardt took a few steps back to not be caught in the middle of the fighting, he saw tons of flaws in the rage-fighting but he didn't have any reason to try and stop the fight in stead he was just keeping an eye on the battle with a hint of amazement and fear on how far it went. It seemed even Vinigan wanted to try and stop it by telling Lamond to stop before trying to tackle him which even resulted in Lucien being knocked out cold pretty quickly, it was almost a pathetic display. He looked at the trooper that had been badly hurt and the unconscious Vinigan and simply shook his head imagining that this was just a step away for Berlioz to be court-marshalled.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 7, 2014 15:22:58 GMT -5
This was it. The end. No coming back from this, looking up and trying to focus on Reinhardt's face he could see that sneer, that knowing grin that said it all. 'You're finished'.
Berlioz knew it too, he knew it all too well. Pistol still in his hand, he shakily raised the gun, slowly pulling the slide back enough to ensure there was a round in the chamber, the glint of brass assured him it was. Letting go, he tried to relax, tried to calm down, tried to come to terms with the fact that really, the best way out was the coward's way out.
But there was no calm, no way to stop his thoughts screaming around his head. Someone yelled out "You're a fucking monster you know that?!"
You're right, I am a monster.
Berlioz thought back to some old books he'd skimmed over on the Net several years ago. It had talked about how if you looked into the abyss for too long, it would look back into you. Berlioz had looked far too long, he had stared until he'd fallen into it, let it consume him and his every thought. What was coming was more than deserved.
What was coming, was what a monster deserved.
Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth Berlioz dug the gun into the side of his head.
I'm sorry.
He squeezed the trigger.
*Click*
He looked at the ground in disbelief, pulling the trigger again and again.
Misfire. Misfire. Misfire. Misfire.
The PBP 9x19mm round had a failure rate of roughly 1:300'000 and this round, this one round had failed to fire. A cruel twist of fate, no easy way out for him. His punishment was to keep living. To keep living with his guilt, his shame, no pride and no name.
He dropped the side arm, he let his arms go limp by his knees.
Berlioz gave up.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 8, 2014 23:38:51 GMT -5
Captain Jones walked up to Hobbar, “Lieutenant I’m- “ but he never was able to finish it as shouting was heard and Hobbar looked over seeing Lamond pulled out his side arm and aimed it straight toward Reinhardt’s face. He was very angry and looked at Reinhardt……and then that’s when Lamond grabed another trooper who was behind him and slam him into the ground.. “PRIVATE LAMOND PUT THAT WEAPON DOWN THIS INSTANT THAT IS AN ORDER!!!” Hobbar shouted at the very top of his lungs. He ran towards Lamond now with the gun to his own head, and as he ran he could see in his mind what was about to happen. The face of Lamond being torn apart by a slug that would kill him instantly, the blood spraying everywhere. Luckily such a occurrence did not happen. The trigger was pulled but no bullet was fired. A jam had occurred, and it would not allow Lamond to be able to fire his side arm.
Hobbar then got into a walk as he came up to Lamond who was now shaking , his arms not even moving as they came down. Instantly two Military Police hand cuffed him and had him down onto the ground. “You’re here by under arrest.” One of the officers said. Hobbar was not going to let them put him in prison, he needed a psych work up not hard time. “I’m his commanding officer.” He told one of the officers who then stood up. The other officer had his knees pressing down onto the back side of Lamond’s head and his face was still on the ground. “I’m charging him and detaining him for the next seventy two hours.” Hobbar was about to raise another protest when surprisingly another voice spoke up. “No he won’t.”
The officer then looked at another person. “He’ll be detained in the medical ward, not in the brig. He’ll be checked out by a psychologist.” The person said. “How do you know this man?” the officer said. “I’m the Captain of the company he serves in. He serves in Kilo Company and that any medical discharge falls under my area of responsibility. The platoon commander has no power here.” He told the officer. “Yeah? Well I’ll talk to my superior about it and I’ll tell her what you said. For now I’m going to take him to the brig.” He said. “You really want to make an issue out of this? Then I’ll file a complaint and you’ll be in a world of shit for the next few months having those charges dismissed. Instead you’ll take him to the medical bay where he belongs. The man has just come back from a mission and saw countless things. Have you ever been in a battle?” he asked the officer.
The officer stammered for a bit. “Uhh….uhh.” but he was unable to speak. “Officer Douglas take the suspect to the medical bay and make sure he is not alone.” The officer said. Captain Jones then told Hobbar “Make sure he gets better or else he will be discharged under medical leave. This is serious Lieutenant. If this ever happens again he will be discharged.” He told Hobbar. Hobbar walked up to Lamond. “Lamond I don’t care what happened or why it happened. But don’t ever let it happen again.” He told him. His voice was not cold or cruel but just neutral. He then stepped back and watched as the officer took Lamond to the medical bay.
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