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Post by Alex Huxley on Feb 10, 2014 9:23:08 GMT -5
It was his first time this far out into space. Way farther than training had ever taken him. Everyone in the space port upon departure was very kind to him. Maybe it was because he was in uniform but he didn't know. It wasn't until other soldiers started filing on the transport that he started to feel out of place. All of these men and women looked to have several years of combat behind there eyes and where as he was excited to get to his new duty station they looked disappointed. A gruff looking worn out sergeant huffed and said, "Why you look so happy?"
Alex smiled and replied, "Going to my first duty station, Sergeant"
The sergeant shook his head and gave a small laugh; however, it wasn't a laugh that seemed friendly, "I could tell you were a boot from the very beginning kid. Crisp clean uniform, perfect military haircut, and not a scar on you."
Alex thought that last part was weird. Did everyone have a scar on them? Was combat out here worse than what the vids showed back home? "Any advice for a new guy like myself, Sarge?" Alex asked not really understanding that he was bugging the shit out of the seasoned veteran.
"Don't expect to make many friends right off the bat, kid."
"Why's that?" Alex asked but a sick feeling in his stomach prepared him for the answer he was expecting back.
"No one wants to get to know the new guy until he has proven himself in a combat situation. Ever wonder why they let so many people through basic. It used to be only about 100 per class were graduating now it's nearly nine hundred. It's numbers, kid. Half you idiots don't know when to duck and don't know dick about the fighting out here. The sad truth is once this next campaign starts back up you'll probably get shot between those pretty eyes of yours. Just numbers"
That conversation stayed with Alex the rest of the trip and the sick feeling remained. When they finally touched down at Base Hell he grabbed his gear and bags and was the first one off the ramp and into the light of this new world. He took in a deep breath and the sick feeling went away replaced by absolute wonder and excitement. But after that brief moment he sat there in the middle of the landing area not knowing where the hell to go. He was just told that his new duty station was here at Base Hell. He didn't know whether someone was coming for him or not. Alex felt lost.
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Post by Wei Zhour on Feb 12, 2014 20:10:20 GMT -5
Coming back from the mess hall, Zhour still felt hungry. He had five plates of food but he never got full. He wondered why that was and headed over towards the barracks. Knowing that almost everyone except one other person from Kilo was gone suited him fine. There was finally peace and quiet for once. Few people were on the base, except the base personnel. Everyone else and his kid brother were off on leave for the next three months. He was glad that people were not around, he always preferred to be doing his hobby: drawing. And not just your average drawing, he drew enormous landscapes and buildings. He never could do people for some reason but he was very good at everything else. Finally being able to draw without having to hear the Staff Sergeant call his now disowned sister a harlot was great! He still didn't get what the big deal was. Who cares?! But the Staff Sergeant had personal issues to work out. And Wei wouldn't go anywhere near it with a ten foot pole.
Then he saw maybe eight or nine people also walking towards the barracks. It looked like they were new because each of them couldn't tell which one was which. To a new comer the only thing different was a large letter on the door.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Mar 2, 2014 18:26:39 GMT -5
The smell of actual air was almost overwhelming at first, after well over 6 or 7 solid months of breathing nothing but the refiltered air that was found on all starships and orbital bases, the real deal was something to experience. Berlioz sat on the edge of the dropship that had brought him down. He'd be separated from the rest of his platoon as the medical personnel still wanted to ask him a few questions during the decent from the orbiting Dauntless Fury, what his plans were, how he felt about leaving medical care, etc. Questions that were listed on a board, not ones he felt were actually wanting, ones that cared.
He held a small clear plastic bottle of water that he sipped from slowly, watching drops march around, armoured vehicles parking in repair and maintenance bays. General base life. It was an old, but familiar site. He personally hadn't been stationed on a base even remotely similar to this one in practically over a year.
From his position, he saw a small group of what looked like troopers walking, somewhat uncoordinated towards the barracks. Taking into account some of the things that the doctors and nurses had said to him, he let out a long sigh, drained the rest of the bottle and stood up. He'd spent 3 months with minimal human contact, he'd almost killed himself, it was time to try again at being human, not just a machine that followed orders.
He began walking towards the entrance to the barracks.
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Post by Wei Zhour on Mar 15, 2014 18:27:51 GMT -5
Walking up to the barracks and quickly giving the scanner his chip to read in his arm the door opened. Upon entering he saw only a few people were here, perhaps only ten or twelve at most. Eight of them were around a table playing virtual chess with two people actually moving the pieces. Another was asleep while the other one was on his bed reading a novel on his electronic reader. The barracks was large enough for the entire company. When a person entered they saw down the center aisle a large room that was for the head and showers. On either side were bunk beds, two mattresses. Each bunk had at the foot a personal computer that could be used to watch tv or surf the spacenet. When you finally got to the beds, there was a way to go left or right for finding your bed. Between each row of beds was a table for people to play games or read on.
Going over to his own bunk and sitting down he laid down and thought about what he could do for the next few months. Well he finally had the opportunity to draw. Opening his sea bag and going though his personal items he got out the charcoal pencil and got out the blank sheets of paper that were on the large pad. He decided that he would draw something found here in the barracks. Getting up and walking around he saw on the floor near the bunk a gold necklace on the floor. The bed next to it was neat but here was a golden necklace in the middle of the floor. Going up to it he saw that it was actually a golden heart. Zhour then went back and sat far enough away from the two bunk beds on either side and began to draw….
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