Barracks Officers

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The barracks for officers is located in a large building. Here each officer has his or her own office that is right beside his or her own private quarters. Officers will be in their offices conducting paper work, talking to members of their platoon or companies etc. Each quarters is a little bigger than their own quarters on naval starships. They actually have a real bed and not a cot. The closet is smaller however and they all have their own personal shower as well. The offices are large and can house up to eight people at once if possible.

[Michael Hobbar]

Walking to his office was probably the best feeling he’d have for the rest of the day. Just getting off of the Dauntless Fury was a good feeling. Having his large office back to himself was also a plus, even if Franks’s office was right next door to his. And he didn’t like the paper work of going over the after action battle reports and how members of the platoon performed during the campaign on Stataca. The hallway was not that crowded, a few people coming or going. The building had three levels, and his office was on the second level. The walls were a dark grey as were the carpets. At the end of the hallway was a large flag of the UCR. Arriving at his office door he put out his wrist to be scanned by a small device next to the door. It came out from the wall, and looked like a large needle. A red light appeared and it chimed allowing him inside. The office door opened and the lights came on.


He forgot how much he actually liked this room. His office had the same carpeting as everyone else. The desk was a beautiful oak, on it was a computer as well as some data chips. There were four chairs facing his desk, to the left of the desk was another door, his personal bedroom. The walls had many photos, on the right wall was a picture of his old home back on Hyarkin in the New Prauge star system. It showed him and his parents in front with him. Another picture on the right showed the day he graduated from officer school. The left wall had a picture of him in the field but at a outpost with other troopers. Another picture had a artist’s painting of The Rommel tank. The Rommel tank was the Corp’s main battle tank. He walked inside and the door shut behind him. He then walked over to his bedroom the door opened up. It was a ok room a small couch for company, a bed enough for one person. To the right was the closet. The walls were left bare. The couch was a deep red as was the bed, which came standard. Putting his personal items away back into the closet he then went to his desk and found eighteen data chips next to his computer.

As he read the messages which some were for work others were from family. He then had a question of his own. He wanted to know more about Staff Sergeant Amberson. Something was just tugging at him he couldn’t say what it was. Going to the list of background information of members of his platoon he opened up Amberson’s data. The little background information before she joined up intrigued him though. She was born on a Midwestern farm in Illinois, in the North American Union. Her family was then killed by the time she was six. A entire paragraph was blacked out which didn’t mention anything else until she actually joined up. Did someone want to keep a part of her record secret or was it Amberson who had requested it? If the latter then he’d tried to find out why. But He decided that it’d be best to leave it alone. It then talked about her previous deployments and a break in of an armory. He wondered what effect that had on her. Hobbar then clicked it off and ran a hand through his hair before someone knocked on the door. “Enter.” Hobbar said and the door opened. It was Captain Jones who waved Hobbar to sit as he got up.

“I take it you’ve read about the cut in pay for members of the platoon?” Jones said. “Yes Captain, I have. I was wondering how our people will take it.” He said. “Lieutenant, I need you to make sure that your platoon understands: We’re still in a recession and we couldn’t avoid it. It was either cut combat pay or cut our regular pay. It’s all here.” He said and gave him a data chip . “This outlines what was cut and how much everyone will be getting. Since you got a thousand it’s now been cut to just four hundred. I know it isn’t fair and I’m seeing the brigade commander about it. I just wanted to tell you this personally. We’ll get it fixed. In the mean time lieutenant I’ve just gotten word from the brigade commander that the division will be having burial tomorrow at 0900 hours. The day after that we’re gonna have ourselves a dance, and have them dress in their maroon reds. The officers and enlisted will all be in the same party. And the day after that lieutenant…the division has gotten leave for the next three months, so you’ll be off till January. I just thought I’d tell you in person.” The captain said as he got up. “Oh and one more thing: Franks is taking a leave of absence from the company per Dr. Baker’s orders. Carry on.” The captain said and stood up straight before Hobbar who returned the salute.

Captain Jones then walked out of Hobbar’s office. On leave for the next three months? Where on Stataca would he go? He had his family and most of the platoon would likely try to go back home if they had systems close enough for the duration of time. He decided he’d think about that later and actually write the after action report of the entire campaign…..

[Wei Zhour]

09/30/1330 Hours

He got pushed on the shoulder again as people were moving through the hallway. There were so many people in here it seemed as if he were packed like sardines in a can. The saying was still relevant even though sardines were extinct due to global warming in the early 21’st century. “Out of my way” “Move it” “Come on get out of my way, I gotta go see my wife” this is what he could pick up from people in the hallway. Zhour still had on his base utilities, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have civilan clothes. But the fact that he would only wear them off the base. It took a good twenty minutes to make his way to Hobbar’s office. Which upon arriving he saw that the door as already opened.

He saw Hobbar sitting down at the desk which was a beautiful oak. There were four chairs in front of him for people to sit down in. Hobbar at the moment was typing something on his computer. “Lieutenant Hobbar, permission to enter.” He said as he stood out in the hallway. “Permission granted” he said and looked at Zhour as he walked inside. “I take it you wanted to get ahead of the circus?” Hobbar said as Zhour sat down. “Yes lieutenant…but it looks like it was here before I arrived.” Hobbar smiled. “Yeah that’s what I expected as soon as the ceremony was over. And you came for your pass.” Hobbar then opened one of his drawers and handed Zhour a small black object. It looked like a small rectangle. “That’s your leave card. Now the only condition for leave and your gonna hate me. But on October 3, it’s Republican Day. And the entire division is going to be part of the parade. The President of Stataca, Svante Sørensen, as well as the mayor of New Oslo, Jørg Landvik will be in attendance. They decided to invite the entire division, not just one company like last year. You must return to the base on October 3, the parade begins at 1300 hours. You are ordered to return no later than 0730.”

Zhour was going over in his head what he could do before the parade and what he could do after. “Yes lieutenant, I will return at that time. I hope you also have a good leave as well lieutenant.” Zhour turned to walk out the door.

[Michael Hobbar]

December 26th, 2758
1805 Hours
Hobbar's Office

Michael in his base utilities looked again over at the report over what had occurred at the demolition range. It stated that Private First Class Huxley had shown disrespect towards an Non Commissioned Officer, whom luckily was in Mike Company. He had no idea why the hell the brass had decided to mix up Kilo and Mike for demolition but he was not overly concerned about it. He was more concerned with what really happened at the demolition range, as sometimes reports left actual details out. It stated that Huxley was helping a injured trooper after a charge went off and how getting her to the vehicle the Non Commissioned Officer said something. The report did not state what was said by either Huxley nor the Non Commissioned Officer.

He lent back in his chair looking a the fan above him and thought a little while about what could actually be done. Something did not add up, why would he talk back to the Non Commissioned Officer. No one did that unless they actually had a reason to. As far as punishment he would have to see what really happened and then set it up accordingly. It just did not make sense, the entire affair smelt funny to Hobbar.

[Alex Huxley]

The walk down the air cooled hallway seemed to take hours but in only a matter of minutes Alex had made it from the Headquarters building to, more importantly, his platoon leader's office. He knew that this meeting was bound to happen. A brand new private, regardless of the reasoning, couldn't just yell and talk down to a NCO. Alex was ashamed that he had only been here for a month and already he was standing at an Officer's front door. He had made a good impression, he thought, at the Christmas party so to be standing here was an even worse feeling. The good report he was trying to build was no in shambles. He stood in front of the door labeled "Michael Hobbar, Platoon leader, 1st Platoon" and sighed to himself. He was wearing a crisp new, never been worn, Desert camouflage uniform with his sleeved rolled up tight. He looked like one of the cut soldiers from the posters in recruiting offices. He might as well look good if he was about to be reprimanded.

Alex knocked on the door and upon entering stood at rigid attention. He saluted a hard, fast, and crisp salute "Private First Class Huxley reporting as ordered, sir!"

[Michael Hobbar]

The door entered and in stepped Huxley. He looked like shit, well who wouldn’t after what he’d been called for down here. He was in desert utilities which not uncommon in the field were uncommon at this very moment as Hobbar was wearing dark olive utilities. When he saluted, Hobbar got up and returned the salute then he put his right hand behind his back, looking at Huxley. “At Ease.” Slowly he walked around his desk and in his left hand he had the data chip of the incident. “At 1506 Hours, I was informed by Captain Jones personally of the incident that had occurred. The data chip I’m holding is a little more detailed then what he told me but what it boiled down to was at the demolition range you spoke out against a Non-Commissioned Officer. The reason in the report nor what Captain Jones was not given. And I’m not a fan of mysteries. I will however still have to give you some form of discipline no matter what actually happened. Disobedience breaks militaries, which eventually leads to routing, and I’m sure that is not what happened here. Like I said there was something missing in the report: There was no reason given as to why you spoke out against the Sergeant.”

Michael then held up the data chip in front of Huxley’s eyes. “This is all I have had to go on besides Captain Jones you understand.” He then put it back on the desk and said “Now tell me what exactly happened, don’t leave any room for error, you only get one shot because I want to know what the hell happened.”

[Alex Huxley]

Huxley snapped his arms behind his back to the "at ease" position in a crisp manner. He listened intently to what his platoon leader was telling him. He hoped his face was growing red but he was having a very hard time holding down how livid he was becoming. He knew he was going to be in trouble but by the sounds of it they were leaving out the most important part. Alex knew exactly what he had to do and what he had to explain.

"I understand that punishment was inevitable, I am not here before you to try and remove myself from disciplinary action. I am here; however, to help make clear what has happened. There are two NCOs I would like to mention for further investigation. Staff Sergeant Monroe and Sergeant Isinsee. They will come in later." Alex remained at "at ease" as he explained "I was called out to be apart of Mike Company's demolition exercise as part of the 302nd's SOP that a medic is required at all ranges during training. The majority of the day was dull. nothing really to note except that Sergeant Isinsee kept hazing Private Parker numerous times. Talking down to her, yelling at her for no reason, among other things. Now I understand that being smoked and getting yelled at is part of the infantry life and I am not opposed to it. But yelling at someone as they try to disarm an explosive device is hardly the time to do so. Anyways finally Parker went over and began disarming her final device. All of a sudden a massive explosion rocked the area and Parker was injured in the explosion. As I was recovering her and checking her for serious injury I heard both of the sergeants arguing. What I was able to gather was that Sergeant Isinsee crimped the explosive charge causing it to go off early. He told Staff sergeant Monroe that he didn't think the explosion would be that big therefore leading me to believe he knew the device would explode with Parker still in proximity. Sir, I don't know how this unit works but that to me is hardly a practical joke and goes way beyond even hazing. I saw the explosion and after looking over Parker I must say, she's lucky the explosion didn't kill her."

Alex took a deep breath and nodded his head as if to say he was finally finished with his drawn out explanation. However his gaze never fell upon the platoon leaders. It stayed strong, starring out the window behind the desk.

[Michael Hobbar]

Hobbar listened intentionally and was trying to find out what the hell happened. He could tell that Huxley was extremely nervous. His entire face down to his neck was bright red. The guy felt guilty about yelling at the Sergeant who actually had it coming to him. Hobbar didn’t understand what the fuck the Sergeant was thinking, yelling at someone who is doing their job just find and did not need to be scolded. If someone in the military yells at you it is always for a purpose. To get your attention that you are doing something wrong, going the wrong way, or new orders had just been changed. There was almost always a reason for being yelled at by military personel. But what Huxley was describing sounded similar to abuse. No abuse perhaps in this context was not the right word, he could not find the right word for the occurance but it was wrong. Perhaps Pride? Hazing was always stupid , that’s what Hobbar thought of it.

Sergeant Isinee was purposefully trying to hurt someone for some hazing? What the hell was that idiot thinking!? She or more people could have been wounded, much less killed! “So that is the reason you spoke up, because these two Sergeants were trying to be funny? Jesus H. Christ what the hell were those Sergeants thinking? Idiots!” Hobbar said snapply and his face was a little red. “Oh this will be dealt with believe me I will be taking this directly to the Company Commander on this matter. What the fuck were those two idiots trying to prove? Dammit!” Hobbar’s voice grew a little louder, not yelling though. He put his hands on his hips. Checking his watch he looked at it and said “It’s Eighteen Ten right now, Captain Jones is still doing paper work, I think you need to tell him, come with me.” He said and headed towards the door “Open.” The door then slid open and he walked down the hall, passing a few other officers. Doors responded to people speaking to them. Some of the officers were talking to each other, another had a large pile of old fashioned papers in her hand. They made a right and passed by two grey doors before coming upon Captain Jones’s room. Hobbar knocked on the door. “Enter!” the voice then said. The door then slid open. Jones was sitting down actually in front of a Special Security Officer, the Armored Trooper branch as it was officially known.

The man dressed in the dark black uniform suddenly stood up. “I will see you then Captain.” He said and began to walk out the door, and as he walked out he shot very mean glances towards Hobbar and Huxley. The door closed and Hobbar stood there with Huxley beside him. “Captain Jones, I’ve just talked to Private First Class Alex Huxley who has cleared up our situation that happened earlier today down at the demolition range. Huxley please tell Captain Jones what really happened” he said. Captain Jones then leaned forward in his chair listening.

[Alex Huxley]

Alex followed his platoon leader farther down the hall after exiting his office. He didn't think the matter was gonna grab this much attention at least not this quick. But there he was briskly following behind the PL towards the Company Commander's office. Of all people. This just cause Alex to get even more nervous as he quickly glanced over the woodland camo variant of the uniform that the PL was wearing. He cursed himself under his breath at how stupid he must look in desert variant. Even as people passed by in the hallway he became more and more aware of the stares. 

The door to the CO's office opened and he walked in behind Lieutenant Hobbar. Immediately he snapped to attention and saluted the head officer. He then snapped to at ease and told the Captain, verbatim, what he told the PL.

[Michael Hobbar]

Captain Jones listened and nodded as Huxley repeated what he had told Lieutenant Hobbar a few minutes ago. “I see. I will have to inform Captain Giddion of Mike Company about the Sergeants you mentioned. That behavior was unacceptable. Lieutenant Hobbar, I will allow you to figure the best disciplinary action Private First Class Huxley. Dismissed.” He then told the two and stood up before saluting at them. Hobbar returned with a crisp salute and the turned towards the door “Open.” He said and walked through it, the door closed behind Huxley. As they walked out into the hallway, Hobbar began to talk “You’ll have two days where your pass to leave the base will be suspended, starting tomorrow. After those two days your pass to leave the base with your pass reinstated. Those idiots could of killed her and I’m much more upset about that then why you spoke up.” He then looked at Huxley as they walked down the hall, one of the officers in the hall the same who had papers up to his head fell face down. Hobbar stopped and helped the other officer pick up the pieces of paper.

“Huxley don’t think I’m not upset about you speaking up, I am a little but weighed against what occurred I can see why you did it.” He then handed the papers to the officer who fell, was still on the ground picking up others. “Thanks.” He told Hobbar. “Don’t mention it.” Slowly he got back up and continued to walk down the hall back to his office. “You shouldn’t have to worry about it anymore, its over.” As he walked towards the door he said “Open.” And he walked through the doorway. He then got behind his desk and said “You can sit.” He then logged onto his computer and began to type away. “You should see Staff Sergeant Silva when he encounters something this stupid, you think I’m pissed he would be livid. Little guy can get as red as a cherry tomato.” He then stopped typing. “Ok I just filed a report to the base commander who will revoke your pass for the next two days.”

[Alex Huxley]

Alex walked in an sat down. He understood the punishment he was given and was actually surprised. Grateful but surprised none the less. He took the punishment in stride realizing it could have been far worse and in the back of his mind he smiled knowing that the Platoon leader, even though he couldn't admit it, had said that Alex was in the right.

Alex stood and saluted another crisp salute, "Understood, sir. Thank you, sir. May I be excused, sir?"

[Michael Hobbar]

Hobbar stood up and returned the salute "Yes Huxley your excused. Have a good rest of the day." he told him and sat back down once again typing away at the computer. Something was going on that the Captain was not telling the rest of the officers. Perhaps he would tell them in a few days as to why there was s Special Security Official in his office......