Kilo Company Barracks Enlisted

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Each company has it's own barracks and is shared between platoons. Upon entering the barracks by a scan of the wrist to gain entry, it opens up to a enormous room. Either side has four beds on top of one another embedded into the wall itself. There are multiple tables and chairs in the center of the room where people can gather. There is also one large TV that anyone can access if they  wish. The head is at the far end of the structure. Weapons are not allowed at all in the barracks and one will be denied entry.

[Wei Zhour]

Going to the barracks felt great. He didn’t have to worry about being on the battlefield at all and could just get to do what he really wanted. As he walked to the barracks he did not have on his armor anymore or his shotgun. He was wearing the woodland utilities. He had enough time to change before they made planet fall to Stataca. There were a few troopers who were walking away from the barracks area. Each barracks housed one entire company, and each barracks was its very own separate building. The Barracks were at the south western end of the base, just next to the base entrance. The base entrance had three security check points and was guarded heavily. As he approached the barracks he saw a few other members quite upset leaving. He couldn’t understand why they were upset. There were four troopers walking away angrily from the barracks area and talking angrily with one another.



Arriving at his barracks he had to have his left or right wrist scanned by the scanner. It was a clear glass box that he had to put his hand inside. Placing his left hand inside, the little metal scanner itself came out and a blue light shone. Next to the box was a little screen showing his name, age, rank, service number, date of birth and other descriptions of him. The screen then displayed a blue check mark and the door opened. He then pulled his hand out of the box and proceeded inside. The barracks was crowded but not to the point where he could not walk around. Many of them were sitting in the middle playing dominoes, Chinese checkers, chess, cards or just talking. Others were on their bed reading, watching messages from their personal mail or just lying there. He found his bunk which was still neat as he left it. He then put down his sea bag and started to unpack his stuff. Each bunk also had a personal locker built into the wall. Placing his other clothes, towel, and personal utilities into it he overheard some troopers talking.

“Yeah I still can’t believe they cut our combat pay. Jesus H. Christ.” A man said. He then looked and saw two women and a man talking to one another at one of the tables. Zhour then looked and walking over to the table sat down. “Wait what do you mean the military cut our pay?” He asked them all. The man then spoke up. “You haven’t checked your military mail? The higher ups cut our pay in half. So instead of getting our extra combat pay for each month of four hundred it’s now only one hundred. The top brass had to do this to save some money because of budget cuts. “He said. Zhour’s eyes opened. “Oh man….they can’t do this! We’ve done our part, they can’t just….cut our pay.” He said. “Look pal I don’t make the policy I’m just telling you. I needed that extra money to send home to my wife and newborn baby boy.” The other member then just shrugged his shoulders not saying that much.

“Just great.” Zhour said and got up to go over to his bed. He then sat on it for a while thinking of how he’d have to budget how much he could spend on himself and how much he could send back home to his parents. He knew his mother made more than he did but still. It’d help them out. Instead of getting angry about it Zhour just decided to let it pass. What was done was done. He couldn’t change anything about it. He then looked up at television at the moment it was showing baseball played in New Oslo. Who’d of guess Baseball would ever come to Stataca? The planet had been populated by many northern Europeans: Danes, Sweeds, Norwegians, and Finns. But somehow they still played baseball. This most likely was due to the fact after the Republican Civil War, the planet was resettled and with SDC personal to make sure another rebellion wouldn’t spring up. Baseball and other North American sports were quite popular among the SDC. Eventually those northern Europeans also took a liking to it. Zhour watched the game for the rest of the afternoon…

[Christopher Reed]

12/4/2758
1346 Hours
Reed looked very carefully at his cards. “Come on Reed, you’ve been holding out for the past two minutes, Just put some freaken cards down.” Alveraz said. “Now just hold your horses. I got a four.” Reed said and put it down. He smiled at Alveraz. Reed had only been out of medical for the past two days and he was happy to be out. Currently though he was loosing at the game of Royals. Royals was a very basic game where the players had to have a higher number or face card then the ones that were put down. Placing a two started the deck over, and the next person then had to take all of those cards, the first person to have no cards was the winner of the game. He was playing with six other people: Private Chuck Waters of First Platoon, Private First Class Roger Willie of First Platoon, Private First Class David Wood of Fourth Platoon, Lance Corporal Bai Du of Second Platoon, Corporal Jang Song of Second Platoon and Private First Class Mortiz Dietmar of Fourth platoon. Song and Dietmar were currently out of the game. “Well come on you can do better than that can’t you?” Waters told Reed. “I ain’t saying if I can.” Waters then smiled and chuckled.

They were sitting on the floor and had a small box in the middle to place the cards on. The Barracks was full of other people, talking to one another. Most people were back from their assigned time for leave. Many had stories to tell their comrades about their own adventures.

“So anyone getting excited about the Christmas Party?” Willie asked everyone. “What are you a fucking girl? Jesus no one gives a damn about that now…and it’s near the end of the month. What you want to get a date or something? I swear all you Outerer’s care about is getting some.” David Wood said. “Hey come on lay off it.” Willie said in response. The term “Outerer” was a well known derogatory name for those who had been born in the Outer Colonies. The term “Innie” meant the same for the Inner Colonies. The term itself was a reminder of the old civil war which saw the Corporations of the Outer Colonies try to break away from the Inner Colonies. The terms themselves came to existence during the war and had been used ever since. The Outer Colonists had ever since not gotten over the slur, even if they were not politically opposite anymore. “Look he didn’t mean jack. But he does have a point, the only people that are thinking about that stuff are the higher ups. I’ve been hearing some scuttle butt though.” Bai Du said “Yeah what about?” Wood asked. “That the company is going to get some new people to fill in the losses. They say that Second Platoon is gonna have a new lieutenant and staff sergeant. Now I’m in Second Platoon so I know about it more then you guys but whoever it’s gonna be is a hard ass I bet. Too bad the lieutenant had a melt down. Fucking ARM.” Du said and put down a two, starting the pile over.


“ I’m sure whoever you guys get it’ll be fine. Hey at least you don’t have a lieutenant who has to has to go into court.” Reed said referring to the now infamous incident between Lieutenant Hobbar, Staff Sergeant Amberson and Corporal Connor Madden. During leave, Amberson and Hobbar accidentally booked the same hotel and stayed with each other’s company although nothing out of regulation. Her spotter Corporal Madden got into a fit of rage and broke into Amberson’s hotel room. Hobbar came to help subdue him who was right above her hotel room. Madden had then been subdued by hotel security. Needless to say when word got back to the base there had been talk that Hobbar would actually loose his officer position. Nothing was known at all it was all just rumors. But what was true was that Connor would be discharged. “Yeah I’d hate to be in your platoon. Christ, Reed you have have the strangest shit happening to your platoon.” Bai Du replied. “Don’t take the lord’s name in vain. And yeah my platoon has a strange bunch of characters now come on let's play some freaken cards……”

[Wei Zhour]

Turning another page, he wanted eagerly to read what happened next. Zhour was reading the classic Horatio Hornblower The Last Encounter. Someone then sat on their bunk above him. The squeak of the springs made Zhour get out of the mood to read. “Damn.” He whispered to himself and put the book on the side of the bed. He was glad that the Division was coming back from leave. He looked forward to seeing those who had the pleasure of going somewhere during leave. Getting up off the bed he walked down the rows and rows of bunk beds. People were on their beds talking, reading mail, watching videos or playing games with one another. Zhour then saw Reed sitting back from the card game. He wasn’t holding any cards at least at the moment. “I was wondering when you’d show up. Can’t read huh?” he said to Zhour. Zhour sat down on the concrete floor next to him. “Yeah I can’t read in here. What did you loose this time?” he asked. “Won actually. Only three more people till it’s game over.” Zhour just nodded. “mmmhmmm. Tell me you have a nice time with all those hot nurses?” he asked.

“Hot nurses? Hahaha. Yeah there were some pretty nurses .Although I didn’t have much time to really talk to them. You wanna know what my leave was? Multiple surgeries, passed out on drugs sleeping and having the craziest dreams man.” Reed shook his head. “You actually remember the dreams you had months ago? Damn man I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning.” Zhour then sighed “I was wondering , how’s the platoon been so far? I miss anything important?” he asked. “Nah not really. Well you already know what happened to the lieutenant right?” he said. “Yeah I heard about that. Damn shame to. Wonder what made that Connor guy just……snap. I mean trying to assault his sniper whom he had worked with.” Reed shook his head. “Who knows what really happened. All that anyone really knows what happened is the Lieutenant, Sergeant Amberson and Corporal Connor. And let’s face it they’ll all have different accounts of what happened. Although you gotta had it to the lieutenant, he kicked the shit out of Connor.” Zhour told Reed. “Hey look on the bright side, your back here and aren’t in the hospital anymore with smoking hot nurses.” One of the men got up and yelled “Game!” before everyone yelled and put up their hands finally happy it was over. Corporal Moon began to collect the cards from everyone.

“Same time next week everyone.” Moon yelled over the crowd, they nodded at him. “You should of gotten in earlier man. You could of made out with some nice credits.” Reed told him. “How much you all put down?” Zhou asked. “For one game, usually about fifteen credits. We don’t go higher than thirty” he told him. “Yeah? Ok, I’ll join you all next week than. Come on let me show you something I bought.” Zhour said. Reed and Zhour then walked over to his bed. Zhour then turned on the screen and it opened up a game screen. “Wei holy crap how did you get Freedom for the Stars?” Reed smiled. “Well I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy. Needless to say the game is great.” He said. The game centered on a freelance pirate who fought for power in the outer colonies against other pirates and alien forces. “Now you can’t upgrade your fighter as quickly as last time but oooh boy what you get with out any upgrades is the best. Two Rail Guns man, two!” Zhour then pressed a set of buttons and then went underneath his bed and pulled out a red looking helmet inside his sea bag. Zhour put on red gloves as well. He put on the helmet and pressed a button at the back.
“I haven’t heard the reviews for it yet. Any chance I can have a try?” Reed said. “Yeah.” He then replied and began to play it….

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Janurary 3, 2759
0330 Hours
Kilo Barracks, Base Camp Hades, Stataca, Hancock System

Kilo Company’s Barracks was silent. Except for those who snored quite loudly which echoed throughout the building. The lights were off and the room was encased in total darkness. Troopers were all passed out from the two previous days of celebrating the new year. Most of them were actually enthusiastic about today because today was the first day of early voting. The official vote for the UCR Senate and Council was actually Janurary 15 but those who did not want to wait in line had looked forward to today with skipping those long lines of citizens going out to vote. Well almost everyone. There were always a few who never voted for various reasons, some were for political reasons while others were practical. The only lights that were turned on were very soft, dull red lights along the floors that led to the doors, and various heads of the building.

The quiet and darkness was broken by the lights suddenly turned on as a lieutenant shouted “Lights!” Various lieutenants began to shout, “Rise and shine, on your feet! Rise and shine on your feet!” the troopers in the building began to get out of their bunks. One of them when he was getting off of the top bunk accidently missed a step and fell on top of his bunk mate’s back. They both crashed to the floor. “Jesus Charles are you trying to sleep with Walton?” one of the troopers across the bunk said. Walton her face red with embarrasement and anger was not amused. “On your feet!” Kacie Clark the lieutenant of third platoon told them as she walked over to the trooper who had fallen out of the bunk. “Get dressed, get to the armory grab your stuff and head to the landing field we have one hour to get to the Dauntless Fury. You can have chow on the transport! Let’s move your all slower then those reptiles Xuana on Arcturus! Come on get your asses moving now!” Lieutenant Hobbar shouted.


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[Lucien Vinigan]

Vinigan grumbled a bit at the sudden wake up call. He looked at his watch for a moment to see that they had only been sleeping for a couple of hours, since many of the troopers had partied the last couple of days and therefore gotten to bed late he was sure that he wasn't the only one feeling like hell. They might have partied a bit more than usual as a mix of remembering all their fallen comrades, which were quite a lot after their mission on Gamma Astroid, and initiating all the new replacements that had come into the company, and more importantly the platoon.

He got up from his bed a bit quicker as he heard Hobbars voice. He quickly took on his combat utilities and started to go towards the exit of the barrack in order to get his gear from the armoury. Although he knew a rapid deployment like this meant something was either going really bad somewhere that meant they needed to be there in a hurry, even if space ship travel was rather slow on long distances or they were doing some QRF Training, he really hoped for the last.

[Berlioz Lamond]

As Lieutenant Hobbar was giving the wake up call, Berlioz just lay in his bunk staring up at the bunk above him. It was rather convenient that he was already awake, but it meant he didn't feel quite as groggy as most of his platoon members. Shifting to a sitting position, he put on his uniform and the gear they regularly carried and stored in their barracks.

Part of him was sad to be leaving, even if it was somewhat forced, the break had been a good thing. But the other part of him was glad to be going back. Glad to have a purpose again. But this time if the brass had hatched some half assed plan with 'certain death' effectively scribbled all over it, he'd make sure someone knew about it.

The fact they'd be eating on the transport meant this was a rapid deployment. He'd had his far share of them and knew that it meant either something had gone south really damn fast somewhere or at the very least they were needed on site ASAP. Neither option really bode well at this point. But Berlioz pushed those thoughts to the back of his head as everyone exited into the cool air.

[Christopher Reed]

Christopher slowly opened his eyes. “Oh great.” He said when he looked at his watch on his right hand. It was an old fashioned mechanical watch and he saw that the hands read three thirty…, three thirty in the morning. Well something really must be going on that required immediate attention, he could not remember the last time they woke up this early for a mission. Slowly he rubbed his eyes and looked at the ceiling, being on the top he could make out the burning lights casting themselves down on his face. After rubbing his eyes a little longer he turned around and began to climb down the small ladder. His bunk mate Lamond was already dressed and ready. How the hell was he so fast in the mornings, especially this early?!

Reed slowly walked towards the head as some people did and went to the restroom. After splashing some water on his face and drying it off he went back to his bunk. He then went to the small personal locker where a few items had been stored and began to get dressed for the day. Zipping up in his uniform he then went underneath the bed and grabbed his sea bag. It only needed a few things to be placed inside but all in all it was ready to go. Slinging it over his shoulder he headed out of the door where only a few people were all heading towards the armory….

[Ian Devson]

Ian opened his eyes as the lights flared to life. Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed and dropping to the floor from the top bunk. He didn't really care what time it was he was just happy for his return to the normal routine of military life, he had spent far too long on sick leave and it didn't help that the transfer had taken over a month to get him here. Opening up his locker with a few turns of the lock and pulling it open with a shake of his head "Not even time to unpack"



He had arrived on base last night with just enough time to take a free bunk and store his gear. One of the few items that he had taken the time to unpack though was a small photo of his parents that he gave a quick smile to before dressing himself in the one uniform hanging from the bar that ran across the center of the standup locker. Ian after dressing in his uniform, quickly crouched down and unzipped his duffel checking its contents before reaching into the bag do draw out the hard case for his glasses. Zipping the bag back up Ian heads over to the Armory to get into gear, his duffel slung diagonal across his back.

[Alex Huxley]

The sudden blinding lights and loud shouting that echoed through the barracks room caused Alex's eyes to shoot open. He quickly rolled to his right but that was probably the worst thing he could have possibly done. His body slammed into the cold ground which instantly caused his hangover to pound in his head. He watched for a few brief moments from the ground as several other soldiers ran to start gathering their shit. Luckily Alex hadn't unpacked almost any of his gear. The small stuff he did unpack he quickly shoved into his OD green duffel bags and stacked on top of his bunk. He realized he was done faster than the the majority of the others and took the time to take in the scene around him. He finished tightening his belt and straightening his uniform top as he watched soldiers run back and forth, hop into their boots, shout at one another. All of this excitement and he forgot to notice the time. He took the moment, as he put on his rucksack and picked up his duffel bags, to check the time 0330 hours. Seemed about right.

[Lillian Parker]

Lillian could have sworn that this shit had ended with basic. And yet, here she was being startled awake by blinding lights and yelling. It hadn't been long enough for her to get used to a gentle wake up and appearing mostly unruffled by the wake up call, she climbed out of her rack and began to dress.

For the most part, she ignored those around her, even the Lieutenants went by mostly unnoticed. Focused and dog tired, Lilli dressed in her quick but efficient manner and grabbed her bag before filing out behind the others. She saw Huxley out of the corner of her eye and that sobered her up quickly. As she walked, she pulled her hair back from her face the bright red shade catching the white light as she secured it.

This was going to be a long fucking day.