03-28-2017, 08:53 AM
“It’s those fucking Star Wars geeks.”
“That’s a pretty old reference, like over two-hundred years old.”
“Yeah and you got it too so shut your trap.”
Peering through a monocular, a marine in sparse plate armor and helm, accented with sandy camouflage colors and clothing, stood next to another in similar wear. The main difference between the two was the red stripes on the helmet of the one scanning the horizon, compared the blue stripes on other’s helmet. Both men wiped sand from their tinted orange fixed visors about every five minutes as sand blew over the top of the outpost’s crenulations. Directly below, where the base of the wall sunk into the dunes, a prowler was parked outside the front door. A third marine, M6G magnum at their hip, chatted with the white-armored soldiers.
**
“It’s as we morsed over to Rose, a bunch of wizards from the Kingdom poking around out here.”
“Nobody says ‘morsed’, Reginald.”
“Fuck you. Figured we let you know since they’d probably start causing trouble. We’ve got enough problems as it is not dying, don’t want a bunch of raiders that got kicked out of their shit holes to start scouting for fresh real estate.”
“I dunno.” Kurt looked over the fort, “I think the base would look great with some leather, human flesh, maybe a few bones...”
Reginald squinted at the stormtrooper, arms crossed. “Well? What’s the plan? You gonna kick ‘em out or what?”
“Likely.” The trooper put their fists on their hips, turning around towards the prowler hanging farther back. “We got a few primes that command wants us to keep along for this Op. Hell if I know why, apparently they trust some random asshats more than us.”
“They work for Omnilium, or weapons.” The marine rebutted, eliciting the white armor and black eyes to face him again. “You work for honor. What makes you think it ain’t some shady crap that wouldn’t sit well with you guys?”
“Ya’ know if you didn’t occupy this outpost so our guys didn’t have to I’d have arrested you a long time ago.”
“Gotta doubt the leadership, man. Even my military had bad stuff deep down the rabbit hole.” Reginald put his hands up, palms out, “But I’m not here to have a political debate. You guys gonna crash here or move on?”
“That’s up to Gary.”
**
“Stay here, you two.”
Aadibah cocked her head and raised an eyebrow at Gary, “So you go through all that trouble and then decide to leave us by ourselves with a functioning vehicle?”
The squad leader stiffly faced the woman, pausing for one moment. “Can you operate this machine?”
“....No.” The strategist’s eyes were averted the sand.
“Then you ain’t goin’ anywhere, lady.” The old man tapped his pointer finger against his helmet, “The only time I’m not usin’ this is when I’m sleepin’.”
The woman growled under her breath, the Japanese teen bringing up her rear. The wings on her back flapped spastically, sand being flung off in all directions and feathers ruffling outward. “Kowai...” She mumbled under her breath.
Aadibah turned back to the winged girl, one hand keeping her hijab out of her eyes as they scanned the hunched over body and droopy face. “Listen...” She started, Okuu’s eyes and face slightly perking up.
“That man is being an asshole about it, yes, but he has a very good point.” Aadibah used her free hand to gesture towards the large pair of wings. “You must be more mindful of your situations out here. I do not know where you come from, but the rules must be very different.” Her loose fingers wrapped up to point a stiff finger at the teen, eyes narrowing. “There will not always be someone there to pull you out of a bad move. Do you understand me?”
Utsuho was motionless for a long second, and silent, only her big eyes responding to Aadibah’s monologue. Eventually she gave a quick and curt nod, back straightening up and wings closing in tight.
Aadibah grinned. “So serious now.” She turned away to move further up a few paces, waving a hand in the air, “But, I guess you could play soldier for a bit. Least until we get back to safety. Or whatever counts as safe here...”
**
“...they stopped by here asking for a place to stay the night. We told them to jerk off but they insisted. Bunch of self-righteous wannabe crusaders they are. Said something about a star thing, out in the old civ’ ruins, and I mean way the hell out there.”
Kurt brought a finger up to his helmet’s temple, speaking quietly into his short-range comms to Gary, “Their story is pretty consistent with what command told us. Kingdom investigating a star-piece that fell from the sky.”
The squad leader stepped up from behind the giant, responding over the radio as well. “Thanks Kurt. I’ll take it from here.” He then turned to the base leader, “What kind of arms did they have on them? The Kingdom soldiers?”
“Usual bullshit. Bunch of swords and shields. Only reason they overpowered us is ‘cause we’ve got three fucking guys and only three guns. And barely any ammo to keep them useful. Which reminds me, your end of the deal Grey’s Anatomy.”
“I don’t get any of these guys’ references.” Kurt spat out as he made his way over to the prowler, where crates of bullets and a few grenades were tied down.
Rose took the giant’s spot at Gary’s side, and began signing warnings to her CO. “Bandits. Radio chatter. Danger close. Contacted Shauna. Spotted convoys. Need to move.” The old man nodded, and Kurt set down two armfuls of munitions outside the base’s front door.
“What way were they last headed?” The squad leader turned back to the marine.
“Further in, way further in-“Reginald extended his arm in the referred direction, “-towards No Name.”
Gary let out a long, exaggerated sigh, resting the forehead of his helmet in the palm of his black gloved hand. “I do not want to deal with that Sheriff...”
“That’s a pretty old reference, like over two-hundred years old.”
“Yeah and you got it too so shut your trap.”
Peering through a monocular, a marine in sparse plate armor and helm, accented with sandy camouflage colors and clothing, stood next to another in similar wear. The main difference between the two was the red stripes on the helmet of the one scanning the horizon, compared the blue stripes on other’s helmet. Both men wiped sand from their tinted orange fixed visors about every five minutes as sand blew over the top of the outpost’s crenulations. Directly below, where the base of the wall sunk into the dunes, a prowler was parked outside the front door. A third marine, M6G magnum at their hip, chatted with the white-armored soldiers.
**
“It’s as we morsed over to Rose, a bunch of wizards from the Kingdom poking around out here.”
“Nobody says ‘morsed’, Reginald.”
“Fuck you. Figured we let you know since they’d probably start causing trouble. We’ve got enough problems as it is not dying, don’t want a bunch of raiders that got kicked out of their shit holes to start scouting for fresh real estate.”
“I dunno.” Kurt looked over the fort, “I think the base would look great with some leather, human flesh, maybe a few bones...”
Reginald squinted at the stormtrooper, arms crossed. “Well? What’s the plan? You gonna kick ‘em out or what?”
“Likely.” The trooper put their fists on their hips, turning around towards the prowler hanging farther back. “We got a few primes that command wants us to keep along for this Op. Hell if I know why, apparently they trust some random asshats more than us.”
“They work for Omnilium, or weapons.” The marine rebutted, eliciting the white armor and black eyes to face him again. “You work for honor. What makes you think it ain’t some shady crap that wouldn’t sit well with you guys?”
“Ya’ know if you didn’t occupy this outpost so our guys didn’t have to I’d have arrested you a long time ago.”
“Gotta doubt the leadership, man. Even my military had bad stuff deep down the rabbit hole.” Reginald put his hands up, palms out, “But I’m not here to have a political debate. You guys gonna crash here or move on?”
“That’s up to Gary.”
**
“Stay here, you two.”
Aadibah cocked her head and raised an eyebrow at Gary, “So you go through all that trouble and then decide to leave us by ourselves with a functioning vehicle?”
The squad leader stiffly faced the woman, pausing for one moment. “Can you operate this machine?”
“....No.” The strategist’s eyes were averted the sand.
“Then you ain’t goin’ anywhere, lady.” The old man tapped his pointer finger against his helmet, “The only time I’m not usin’ this is when I’m sleepin’.”
The woman growled under her breath, the Japanese teen bringing up her rear. The wings on her back flapped spastically, sand being flung off in all directions and feathers ruffling outward. “Kowai...” She mumbled under her breath.
Aadibah turned back to the winged girl, one hand keeping her hijab out of her eyes as they scanned the hunched over body and droopy face. “Listen...” She started, Okuu’s eyes and face slightly perking up.
“That man is being an asshole about it, yes, but he has a very good point.” Aadibah used her free hand to gesture towards the large pair of wings. “You must be more mindful of your situations out here. I do not know where you come from, but the rules must be very different.” Her loose fingers wrapped up to point a stiff finger at the teen, eyes narrowing. “There will not always be someone there to pull you out of a bad move. Do you understand me?”
Utsuho was motionless for a long second, and silent, only her big eyes responding to Aadibah’s monologue. Eventually she gave a quick and curt nod, back straightening up and wings closing in tight.
Aadibah grinned. “So serious now.” She turned away to move further up a few paces, waving a hand in the air, “But, I guess you could play soldier for a bit. Least until we get back to safety. Or whatever counts as safe here...”
**
“...they stopped by here asking for a place to stay the night. We told them to jerk off but they insisted. Bunch of self-righteous wannabe crusaders they are. Said something about a star thing, out in the old civ’ ruins, and I mean way the hell out there.”
Kurt brought a finger up to his helmet’s temple, speaking quietly into his short-range comms to Gary, “Their story is pretty consistent with what command told us. Kingdom investigating a star-piece that fell from the sky.”
The squad leader stepped up from behind the giant, responding over the radio as well. “Thanks Kurt. I’ll take it from here.” He then turned to the base leader, “What kind of arms did they have on them? The Kingdom soldiers?”
“Usual bullshit. Bunch of swords and shields. Only reason they overpowered us is ‘cause we’ve got three fucking guys and only three guns. And barely any ammo to keep them useful. Which reminds me, your end of the deal Grey’s Anatomy.”
“I don’t get any of these guys’ references.” Kurt spat out as he made his way over to the prowler, where crates of bullets and a few grenades were tied down.
Rose took the giant’s spot at Gary’s side, and began signing warnings to her CO. “Bandits. Radio chatter. Danger close. Contacted Shauna. Spotted convoys. Need to move.” The old man nodded, and Kurt set down two armfuls of munitions outside the base’s front door.
“What way were they last headed?” The squad leader turned back to the marine.
“Further in, way further in-“Reginald extended his arm in the referred direction, “-towards No Name.”
Gary let out a long, exaggerated sigh, resting the forehead of his helmet in the palm of his black gloved hand. “I do not want to deal with that Sheriff...”
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?