Post by scarththegrim on Oct 25, 2009 20:08:24 GMT -5
(((OOC: The following occurs immediately after the events of GMILF)))
"And these are you men." Sergeant Rhymes, direct superior to Kasey Greer, waved his left hand forward, introducing 11 newly acquired Zeon Marines to their new squad leader. Kasey had only been on Earth for a few hours. His initial attempts to enroll in Zeon's MAF unit denied, he had been forced to sign on with Zeon's TAF. Due to his prior performance in the Riah Revolution, Kasey had been speedily promoted to the rank of sergeant and assigned his first crew.
The midday sun sat above the heads of the Zeon Marines, filtering through the overcast sky like a spotlight shining down from the heavens. The wind was cool, a slight misty rain accompanying it. The sun was spitting, a fitting way to start his military career.
Kasey glanced side to side. Normally a grunt, this was his first command position. He looked at Sergeant Rhymes for inspiration, but saw none there. Sucking in some air, he forced out an introductory speech.
"Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen. I am Coporal Kasey Greer. Some of you may have heard of me, which is quite surprising, because as far as I see it, I'm yet to make my name known. I've served in makeshift militias and organized battalions, and let me tell you this. No matter how big and elaborate the Federation or the Duchy make their weapons of war, it is nothing, NOTHING!, compared to the wit and cunning of the soldier. I can see by your long faces that you feel as though you were short-handed, that you've been cheated because some of your peers have been handed top of the line mobile weapons, aircraft, tanks, or even positions on various battleships, and all you've been handed is a gun and a canteen. Let me tell you this. I have seen men, intelligent, brave, wily men, use those guns to take down entire fleets. That, my friends, is why we are here. We are here to show our Zeon peers, the Feddie scum, and all of humanity just how vital the role of a true soldier is. Now, will you fight with me?"
Kasey pumped his fist into the air, gazing out on his squad for reactions. None came. The various men and women just stood in place, glancing down at their shoes and fidgeting in place. Glancing over them, he recognized one of the soldiers. Shawana, the escort driver who had taken him from Athens to Constantinople earlier this day. The obese woman was sneaking a donut into her mouth, when she caught Kasey's eyes staring at her.
"Hey sugar." the rotund powder covered woman spoke, spitting chunks of donut from her mouth onto the ground.
"You're on duty soldier!" Sergeant Rhymes chimed in, displeased with the lax in discipline.
"It's alright sir. These are my soldiers. They need to feel comfortable around me if we're to operate at peak efficiency." Kasey waved his commanding officer off, walking up to Shawana and extending a hand. "Pleasure to see you Ms. Ratliff. Would you mind sounding off Rank and specialty?"
"Shawana Estela Ratliff, vehicle repair and maintenance, sugar. Also one hell of a driver."
Kasey nodded. He shook Shawana's hand, before making his way down the line.
"Felipe Javier Weeks, Anti-Tank & Grenadier."
"Lucien Sterling Lancaster, Close-Quarters-Combat Specialist."
"Neville Grimes, Rifleman, Support Sniper."
"Samuel Benton, Rifleman."
"Cheryl Priscilla Solis, Infiltration & Tranq Guns."
"Zane Jimmie Bird, Communications."
"Colette Althea Vincent, Medic."
"Margie Moss, Recon, Spotter."
"Matilda Larsen, Support Gunner, Automatic Rifleman."
"Mohammad Wiley Richards, Demolitions."
Kasey made sure to shake the hand of each woman and man in his crew. When he was finished, he walked back over to Sergeant Rhymes and, attempting to keep his jaw as still as possible, whispered.
"Sir, I couldn't help but notice you hired me to combat mobile suits, but assigned me a squad specialized for anti-infantry measures." Kasey whispered concerned.
The Sergeant played along and whispered back. "I understand your concern but this was the best we could come up with. And let's remember, you don't exactly have much seniority or friends here." The Sergeant's words were quick and cold.
Kasey visibly glanced over at his command officer. The outright acknowledgement of corruption caught him off guard. Still, he had a job to do, and knew he would get it done.
"Alright then. I notice not many of you have much if any experience combatting heavy cavalry, let alone mobile suits. Not a problem. We'll simply learn as we go, and progress together, as a team, until we're the most elite fighting force on this planet."
Kasey raised his fist again. Still no reaction. "Tough crowd." he mumbled.
"I may be able to help with that." Sergeant Rhymes interrupted Kasey's speech, walking in front of the Corporal. "We have a live-fire training exercise lined up for you. I've arranged for you to duel against one of our elite Panzer squads. They're led by one of our most promising infantry talents, Ritter Novostad. It'll be your job to get him accustomed to his new unit. Who knows, you may learn a thing or two from him. Just remember, it is live-fire. So while you may be cutting your teeth in on this assignment, they will bleed. Soldiers, dismissed!" Sergeant Rhymes saluted the troop before brushing by Kasey Greer.
Kasey stared back at the corporal, before letting his head hang low. "Great. I'm on Earth less than a day and I'm going to die. And before any of my inheritance checks clear." Kasey moped, imagining all those times he struggled to weasel his way into the wills of elderly matriarchs and barons. All his plans for early retirement were crashing down around him. He knew this Sergeant and this haphazard squad was going to be the death of him.
Noticing her new squad leader's shattered pride, Margie Moss, the squad's spotter, walked out of formation and placed her hand on Kasey's shoulder. Kasey felt the grip. Remembering himself, he snapped back upright, trying his best to regain his composure. He nodded at Margie before addressing the squad.
"Deadly Steam Enforcer Army Upsilon, I promise you this. We will face this challenge our CO has placed before us, and we will show to him and the Schutzstaffel just what Zeon Marines are made of. Everyone, into the Weasel. Shawana, you're driving. Margie, I want a full report on who this Ritter Novostad is. Everyone else, collect your gear and meet back here within the next hour. We ride for Athens." Kasey exclaimed, seizing his leadership role.
"And where are you going sugar?" Shawana asked.
"I'm going to commission us some anti-mobile-suit weapons." Kasey's voice was firm and solid. If he was going to be thrown to the wolves, he was going to have the tools to slay as many wolves as possible.
"And these are you men." Sergeant Rhymes, direct superior to Kasey Greer, waved his left hand forward, introducing 11 newly acquired Zeon Marines to their new squad leader. Kasey had only been on Earth for a few hours. His initial attempts to enroll in Zeon's MAF unit denied, he had been forced to sign on with Zeon's TAF. Due to his prior performance in the Riah Revolution, Kasey had been speedily promoted to the rank of sergeant and assigned his first crew.
The midday sun sat above the heads of the Zeon Marines, filtering through the overcast sky like a spotlight shining down from the heavens. The wind was cool, a slight misty rain accompanying it. The sun was spitting, a fitting way to start his military career.
Kasey glanced side to side. Normally a grunt, this was his first command position. He looked at Sergeant Rhymes for inspiration, but saw none there. Sucking in some air, he forced out an introductory speech.
"Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen. I am Coporal Kasey Greer. Some of you may have heard of me, which is quite surprising, because as far as I see it, I'm yet to make my name known. I've served in makeshift militias and organized battalions, and let me tell you this. No matter how big and elaborate the Federation or the Duchy make their weapons of war, it is nothing, NOTHING!, compared to the wit and cunning of the soldier. I can see by your long faces that you feel as though you were short-handed, that you've been cheated because some of your peers have been handed top of the line mobile weapons, aircraft, tanks, or even positions on various battleships, and all you've been handed is a gun and a canteen. Let me tell you this. I have seen men, intelligent, brave, wily men, use those guns to take down entire fleets. That, my friends, is why we are here. We are here to show our Zeon peers, the Feddie scum, and all of humanity just how vital the role of a true soldier is. Now, will you fight with me?"
Kasey pumped his fist into the air, gazing out on his squad for reactions. None came. The various men and women just stood in place, glancing down at their shoes and fidgeting in place. Glancing over them, he recognized one of the soldiers. Shawana, the escort driver who had taken him from Athens to Constantinople earlier this day. The obese woman was sneaking a donut into her mouth, when she caught Kasey's eyes staring at her.
"Hey sugar." the rotund powder covered woman spoke, spitting chunks of donut from her mouth onto the ground.
"You're on duty soldier!" Sergeant Rhymes chimed in, displeased with the lax in discipline.
"It's alright sir. These are my soldiers. They need to feel comfortable around me if we're to operate at peak efficiency." Kasey waved his commanding officer off, walking up to Shawana and extending a hand. "Pleasure to see you Ms. Ratliff. Would you mind sounding off Rank and specialty?"
"Shawana Estela Ratliff, vehicle repair and maintenance, sugar. Also one hell of a driver."
Kasey nodded. He shook Shawana's hand, before making his way down the line.
"Felipe Javier Weeks, Anti-Tank & Grenadier."
"Lucien Sterling Lancaster, Close-Quarters-Combat Specialist."
"Neville Grimes, Rifleman, Support Sniper."
"Samuel Benton, Rifleman."
"Cheryl Priscilla Solis, Infiltration & Tranq Guns."
"Zane Jimmie Bird, Communications."
"Colette Althea Vincent, Medic."
"Margie Moss, Recon, Spotter."
"Matilda Larsen, Support Gunner, Automatic Rifleman."
"Mohammad Wiley Richards, Demolitions."
Kasey made sure to shake the hand of each woman and man in his crew. When he was finished, he walked back over to Sergeant Rhymes and, attempting to keep his jaw as still as possible, whispered.
"Sir, I couldn't help but notice you hired me to combat mobile suits, but assigned me a squad specialized for anti-infantry measures." Kasey whispered concerned.
The Sergeant played along and whispered back. "I understand your concern but this was the best we could come up with. And let's remember, you don't exactly have much seniority or friends here." The Sergeant's words were quick and cold.
Kasey visibly glanced over at his command officer. The outright acknowledgement of corruption caught him off guard. Still, he had a job to do, and knew he would get it done.
"Alright then. I notice not many of you have much if any experience combatting heavy cavalry, let alone mobile suits. Not a problem. We'll simply learn as we go, and progress together, as a team, until we're the most elite fighting force on this planet."
Kasey raised his fist again. Still no reaction. "Tough crowd." he mumbled.
"I may be able to help with that." Sergeant Rhymes interrupted Kasey's speech, walking in front of the Corporal. "We have a live-fire training exercise lined up for you. I've arranged for you to duel against one of our elite Panzer squads. They're led by one of our most promising infantry talents, Ritter Novostad. It'll be your job to get him accustomed to his new unit. Who knows, you may learn a thing or two from him. Just remember, it is live-fire. So while you may be cutting your teeth in on this assignment, they will bleed. Soldiers, dismissed!" Sergeant Rhymes saluted the troop before brushing by Kasey Greer.
Kasey stared back at the corporal, before letting his head hang low. "Great. I'm on Earth less than a day and I'm going to die. And before any of my inheritance checks clear." Kasey moped, imagining all those times he struggled to weasel his way into the wills of elderly matriarchs and barons. All his plans for early retirement were crashing down around him. He knew this Sergeant and this haphazard squad was going to be the death of him.
Noticing her new squad leader's shattered pride, Margie Moss, the squad's spotter, walked out of formation and placed her hand on Kasey's shoulder. Kasey felt the grip. Remembering himself, he snapped back upright, trying his best to regain his composure. He nodded at Margie before addressing the squad.
"Deadly Steam Enforcer Army Upsilon, I promise you this. We will face this challenge our CO has placed before us, and we will show to him and the Schutzstaffel just what Zeon Marines are made of. Everyone, into the Weasel. Shawana, you're driving. Margie, I want a full report on who this Ritter Novostad is. Everyone else, collect your gear and meet back here within the next hour. We ride for Athens." Kasey exclaimed, seizing his leadership role.
"And where are you going sugar?" Shawana asked.
"I'm going to commission us some anti-mobile-suit weapons." Kasey's voice was firm and solid. If he was going to be thrown to the wolves, he was going to have the tools to slay as many wolves as possible.