We will have our game thread here.
Listen to him, but remember, you are the one making the call out there. It is not a sign of weakness for you to depend on King; in fact, if you ask him for his input, he will respect you more than if you ignore him."
Your mission is a simple one. Just keep watch on the northern border and put down any DBee activity that you come across. Nice and simple; just the thing to get your feet wet out there. Now, do either of you have any questions before I dismiss you?"
Stacey enjoys the sound of the transport, be it the low hum of the engines or the cross-talk of the other people on it. It all means that she is about to be in the middle of it, plying her skills and doing her part to keep her friends and family safe from the threat of otherworldly monsters. She doesn't join in the chatter unless someone directly addresses her, instead she leans back in her seat with her eyes closed, just waiting for the troop transport to get to the Camp.Despite the low droning of the engines of transport, or perhaps it is because of it, the two of you find yourselves dozing off as you fly your way to Camp Rico for your field deployment. For Bronson, this is a good opportunity for cross-training away from the wet spray of the Great Lakes. For Stacey, this is your first deployment out of EOD training. As the transport flies along, you can hear the youthful chatter of several of the younger members getting ready for their first field deployments, too.
Several people here are all going to the same unit as I am. I wonder why there are so many going to this platoon? Perhaps it is a benign reason, or perhaps it was due to contact with something hostile. The only way I'll ever know why is to get there and see what the other members of the platoon have to say for themselves. She shifts in her seat, trying to get comfortable and put these questions out of her mind.According to your orders, you are to be assigned to the 4th platoon in the 7th Light Armored Cavalry, and from what you can hear from the newbies with you, several of the passengers of this transport are also going there. Rumors are flying as to just what happened to the platoon that caused so many new bodies being transferred in, ranging from a simple shuffling of bodies to a mass casualty event. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle, but only time will tell.
With this, she opens up her eyes and sits up, checking her watch to see the time and feeling somewhat surprised that she did manage to get some sleep to make the flight go by faster. Stacey stretches, then reaches down and grabs her duffle bag, getting ready to shuffle her way to the door and out into the afternoon sun at Camp Rico once more.The sudden change of the sound of the engines signal to you that you are approaching the Camp.
Capt. Cruz reaches into his desk and pulls out a cigar and lights it up, all the while looking up at the two of you. Finally, he says, "The APC standard ordnance has been updated while you were in the hospital to include heavy hand held weapons for the new SAMAS powered armor, available depending on the mission requirements. I see no reason to arbitrarily deny you access to the gear that might save lives out there.""Only one, sir," Ridge's electronic voice comes across as serious with a touch of the predator in him. He looks to and indicates Lieutenant Summers before turning to Captain Cruz. "With Lieutenant Summer's permission, I request the air wing to have access to heavy ordnance."
Cruz continues to puff on his cigar as Ridge speaks, then looks over at Lt. Summer and says, "I suspect that you are going to have your hands full with this one. Just remember, the Coalition has spent a shit-ton of money on training of you and your team, not to mention the cost of putting you back together after you were ripped up by those bugs. I don't want heroes, I want soldiers that do the job and come back home. It is your duty to make sure that happens. Do you get me?"If and only if Summers or Cruz ask him to elaborate does he add the following. Otherwise, he replies curtly. "Three reasons. First, I want to send a message to the D-Bees. If the D-Bees have hostile intentions and are knocking on our door, I want to answer... by blowing their door off its hinges.
"Secondly, this is a new unit. I want to see how our people respond when using heavy weapons, especially under fire. Not everyone is comfortable with particle beams, missile launchers, grenade launchers, explosives, and the like. If they are unused to, or uncomfortable with, these weapons, I want to know now and not later when things get hot." Ridge was Special Forces. He expected things to get hot.
The captain nods, saying, "We are on the advance list to get a shipment of Super SAMAS suits delivered to us. I can say that my advance teams of APC crews are on the short list to get those heavy hitters ASAP, so once they are here, you will be getting the new suits.""And third, I want the biggest and best equipment available to protect the APC and everyone in it, sir, along with my people in the air."
Finally, he says, "The APC standard ordnance has been updated while you were in the hospital to include heavy hand held weapons for the new SAMAS powered armor, available depending on the mission requirements. I see no reason to arbitrarily deny you access to the gear that might save lives out there."
I don't want heroes, I want soldiers that do the job and come back home. It is your duty to make sure that happens. Do you get me?"
The captain nods, saying, "We are on the advance list to get a shipment of Super SAMAS suits delivered to us. I can say that my advance teams of APC crews are on the short list to get those heavy hitters ASAP, so once they are here, you will be getting the new suits."
If you wish to spend that time performing live weapon drills and training, check with Chief Cobb to see which range is open to take you."
As he talks, Capt. Cruz glances out the window of his office at a heavy troop transport that is coming in for a landing. "Hm. Looks like the rest of your squad is arriving right on schedule. Let King gather them up and put the fear of God into them, then you can go and inspect your men and their gear. I would be surprised if you find anything out of order once King is done with them. It will give you both time to look over their personnel files to see what you are dealing with out there. Now, step it out. We all have work to do."
He says, "Permission to speak freely, sir?" He waits for some positive acknowledgement before going on.
That being said, sir, I will make damn sure that you are kept in check, and while we may disagree on how the mission should be accomplished, but so long as the lives of the men are safe, I'll be the best damn soldier you've ever seen at your side."
I'll watch you around the bugs if you watch me around those fucking wizards, and together we'll make one hell of a team. Sir."
According to the personnel jackets that I've read, we have two possible discipline issues, but I will happily take care of them, pending the approval of you and Lt. Summer."
"Sir, the mission orders that I have heard are that Capt. Cruz wants us to rendezvous with the rest of the Warlords in just about forty-eight hours." He stops there, obviously wondering if you had more information to give him. "By now, our new nuggets should be in the platoon area, waiting for you and Lt. Summer to brief them. What is the plan, sir?"
King cracks his own smile, saying, "Yes, sir. I look forward to proving that my name goes on the same list as those others you speak so highly of!""I admire your high standards, King, but that is one hell of a lofty goal. I have been honored by fighting beside the best damned soldiers I have ever seen. It will take a long while before anyone else starts even getting close."
"Sounds like a plan, sir! One that I can heartily endorse!"Ridge's animated skull-features turn into a devilish grin. "Then it's a deeeal. A contract of honor. Consider my name signed on the dotted line beside yours; may our inner demons rue this day."
At this, King pulls out a datapad and taps the screen. He reads out loud, "Private Rick Mulvaney. According to his file, he enlisted into the military to avoid a lengthy jail sentence for stealing. He has maintained a history of having 'sticky fingers', and because of that, he's been passed up for promotion three times. The only good word in his file is this note saying Mulvaney is a good scrounger for any kind of black market goods you are needing. In the field, sometimes you need to deal with the devil himself to get the job done. Doesn't mean that I like it, though."While I would like to simply leave this to you, tell me - who are they and what kind of discipline issues are we talking about?"
King nods, "Yes, sir. Personally, I was surprised to see that our orders were to be on the move in two days time. Not hardly enough time to get to know your platoon members' names, let alone see their strengths and weaknesses are."His trigger finger twitches. "Oh, to train, King, to traaain! Our dear captain has recommended I get you all out on the firing line if I want to, and that is exactly where I want everyone to be! I need to know how they shoot and how they deal with new weaponry. There are a few tactics I would like for us to learn together and by training, we'll have a better idea of who's a team player, where the backbone lies, and who needs a hypercarbon heel in his ass to get his shit together.
With a snort of laughter, the big man says, "Bonding time? Yes, sir. It will take more then two days worth, but a good round of live firing will certainly give us all a good idea of just what we have to work with. I'll make it happen, sir.""Besides," Ridge admires the new handiwork on his trigger finger, "I want all the bonding time we can get before we march into the fold. 'Men first, mission always,' indeed, but I am also for starting the process to make our air wing into a single unit as early as possible. And that means now. That's the only way I succeeded and survived as long as I did back when I could piss." Ridge looks distant for one long moment. Then he seals his demonic face inside of the helmet sheath and rubs his steel hands together. "Let's go to the platoon area and meet these defenders of humanity!"
At this, King pulls out a datapad and taps the screen. He reads out loud, "Private Rick Mulvaney. According to his file, he enlisted into the military to avoid a lengthy jail sentence for stealing. He has maintained a history of having 'sticky fingers', and because of that, he's been passed up for promotion three times. The only good word in his file is this note saying Mulvaney is a good scrounger for any kind of black market goods you are needing. In the field, sometimes you need to deal with the devil himself to get the job done. Doesn't mean that I like it, though.
"Then there is Corporal Melissa Campos. Top rated sniper and partial conversion Borg using the new Armor Piercing Railgun, her file shows that she is very headstrong and doesn't like to listen to the orders of her superiors. She seems to think that she knows the best way to get the job done, and doesn't want to deal with anyone's shit in the process. A real problem with authority, it seems. Makes me wonder how and why she is still in the service with her attitude, even with the ability to tag a target some four kilometers out with a kill shot using that rifle."
With a snort of laughter, the big man says, "Bonding time? Yes, sir. It will take more then two days worth, but a good round of live firing will certainly give us all a good idea of just what we have to work with. I'll make it happen, sir."
One of them takes initiative. In response, Amy spits out, stops what she was doing just moments ago and steps up to meet the new arrivals half-way. Someone has to make a move, after all. And ranks come with responsibilities. "Sgt. Amy Winters, SAMAS. Welcome to the 'Gloria', finest piece of life-saving steel you'll see for a while. The new officers should arrive any moment now, so find yourself a spot and look busy, there's plenty of space." Too much, in fact - too many losses. "Unless things change, we'll be on the road in forty-five hours, give or take; think that's about as much as we know. You got any urgent questions, ask 'em - if not, the airwing's with me, makes it easier to get an idea who's who." First learn the names of those you'll have to rely on the most. Then fill in the blanks over time, one by one.Not seeing anyone of higher rank to directly talk to, she says to the group in general, "Sgt. Stacey Hatch, EOD Specialist and SAMAS pilot, reporting in as ordered."
So who's going to be our boot lieutenant? :-P Who's the grizzled Staff NCO with the Clint Eastwood rasp?