With their redeployment to the Sulaco, Hammer Squad had been given the best of the best equipment to choose from. The 13th Stormtrooper legion was stationed out of the docked Venator spacecraft on Tier 1 and had taken in some of the underlying Trooper squads in the area. One of them had been Hammer. Assigned personal living space along with their own area of the giant hangar, team members of Hammer Squad were living the good life. That is until the coffee machine broke in the break room on their floor.
“Who in their right mind let Fuse fix the coffee maker?” Sarge said from behind his morning paper. “We need finely roasted beans not finely roasted soldier.” He adjusted his feet, which were propped up on a nearby table.
“Very funny, Sarge.” Fuse said as sparks sprayed from the back panel of the disassembled coffee machine. “I meant to do that.”
Fuse furrowed his brow as he rooted around the internals of the brewer for which the motor had stopped working.
“Just have Scrubsey put in the paperwork for a new one man. Don’t blow us up.” Rooster said as he entered their break room having gone to another section to use their coffee maker.
“Where’s the fun in that?” As the words left Fuse’s mouth a unified groan came from his fellow team mates.
“Hahaha! Got it!” The orange armored clone trooper announced as he twisted together two wires.
As Fuse plugged in the power to the coffee maker the water pump that he had fixed immediately threw sparks and ejected a stream of flame onto his right arm, setting the armor ablaze. This made Rampage clap his hands and laugh with amusement as Fuse stood up, staring at his blazing arm. It was like he was unsure of how to proceed. From behind him Dan had grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall. Raising the metal device above his head he conked Fused with it before spraying him down with the frozen carbon dioxide.
“Really? We’ve been here a week.” He muttered.
From the corner their assigned medic turned the page on whatever book he was reading and grunted.
“I’m supposed to be on leave, Fuse.” Grumps said, putting down his reading material and grabbing the kitchen first aid kit from the wall.
“Who in their right mind let Fuse fix the coffee maker?” Sarge said from behind his morning paper. “We need finely roasted beans not finely roasted soldier.” He adjusted his feet, which were propped up on a nearby table.
“Very funny, Sarge.” Fuse said as sparks sprayed from the back panel of the disassembled coffee machine. “I meant to do that.”
Fuse furrowed his brow as he rooted around the internals of the brewer for which the motor had stopped working.
“Just have Scrubsey put in the paperwork for a new one man. Don’t blow us up.” Rooster said as he entered their break room having gone to another section to use their coffee maker.
“Where’s the fun in that?” As the words left Fuse’s mouth a unified groan came from his fellow team mates.
“Hahaha! Got it!” The orange armored clone trooper announced as he twisted together two wires.
As Fuse plugged in the power to the coffee maker the water pump that he had fixed immediately threw sparks and ejected a stream of flame onto his right arm, setting the armor ablaze. This made Rampage clap his hands and laugh with amusement as Fuse stood up, staring at his blazing arm. It was like he was unsure of how to proceed. From behind him Dan had grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall. Raising the metal device above his head he conked Fused with it before spraying him down with the frozen carbon dioxide.
“Really? We’ve been here a week.” He muttered.
From the corner their assigned medic turned the page on whatever book he was reading and grunted.
“I’m supposed to be on leave, Fuse.” Grumps said, putting down his reading material and grabbing the kitchen first aid kit from the wall.
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