Post by flippmoke on Dec 12, 2009 13:02:37 GMT -5
It was a fishing village in Alaska called Cold Bay and considering the time of the year it was amazing that the few federation soldiers were even able to build the new outpost deemed New Amsterdam. Nigel Ferdinand and the Dutch Resistance forces had begun construction on the base in the middle of some of the worst weather that even the hardened villagers in the town had ever seen. However the endless stream of supply ships had turned the village into something more then a small fishing village. A massive concrete slab had just been laid next to the old wooden dock where the fishing boats were kept and despite the construction going on in the dock a massive Hamilaya class carrier was seen moving into the bay through the blinding snow.
"Dear lord, I can never get over how big those things are," muttered Kyle Webb as he walked at a very brisk pace in the blinding snow.
"No crap," said Nigel as he whipped his running nose as he limped furiously towards the receiving office on the doc, his leg still broken from the plane wreck not too long ago in the Desert.
"Why are they giving us all these resources?" questioned Kyle as ran quickly to the door of the receiving office for Nigel.
"The 87th fleet was enjoying the tropics too much," joked Nigel as he hobbled through the door.
Inside several of the men of the 1st platoon were sitting around one small space heater that they had bought from a villager for much more then it was worth.
"Shut the door," yelled Tim Sheetz who was sitting in a fold out chair with his hands over the small heater.
"We thought you liked being out in the cold after you decided to dive out of the Medea," prodded Kyle as he shut the door behind him as Nigel too went to gather around the heater. Kyle was soon to follow and pulled up another chair as they got closer to the heater.
"Alright guys, we received orders today, and the rumors are true. Looks like we will be going behind enemy lines again," said Nigel as he winced slightly as Kyle sat next to him rubbing his still raw burns from the crash.
"Again, why don't they send these 87th bastards to go do it?" said Andrew Young as he rolled his eyes.
"Because they aren't used to being surrounded like us airborne troops," said Kyle with a smile as he rubbed his hands together in the cold.
Nigel smiled at Kyle and with a slight nod he said, "We are heading to California, the land of beautiful American women, and we are going to save some top secret craft and mobile suit."
"Beautiful American women? About damn time we get rewarded for our hard work." said Mike with slight laugh.
"Like you would even hit on one of them Rhea, all you ever do is just stare at them from the corner of the bar," responded Nathan Liles as he prodded the medic of the group.
"This coming from the man who cried after he got in a fight with a woman in a bar," quipped Mike in response that was followed by the rest of the group breaking out into laughter.
"It was the first time I had ever gotten drunk, plus I didn't want to you guys tricked me into doing it," said Nathan with an embarrassed look on his face as he remember the incident.
The entire group fell into laughter again as they smiled, but Nigel spoke up again as he had to tell the rest of them news they didn't want to hear, "Sorry to break this all up but we have to go outside and help the ..... whatever the fuck the name of that giant carrier is unload supplies to the base."
"Fuck, out there again?" said Tim as he frowned as his fingers were finally warm again.
"I thought you would be used to the cold Tim, you are Canadian." said Nigel with a smile as he stood up from the heater encouraging the rest of the soldiers to do the same.
"I thought you were a King, why don't you just have servants get it all done for us," said Tim as he frowned looking out the window at the snow blowing almost horizontally.
"You are my servants," joked Nigel as he limped over to the door opening it up.
"Dear lord, I can never get over how big those things are," muttered Kyle Webb as he walked at a very brisk pace in the blinding snow.
"No crap," said Nigel as he whipped his running nose as he limped furiously towards the receiving office on the doc, his leg still broken from the plane wreck not too long ago in the Desert.
"Why are they giving us all these resources?" questioned Kyle as ran quickly to the door of the receiving office for Nigel.
"The 87th fleet was enjoying the tropics too much," joked Nigel as he hobbled through the door.
Inside several of the men of the 1st platoon were sitting around one small space heater that they had bought from a villager for much more then it was worth.
"Shut the door," yelled Tim Sheetz who was sitting in a fold out chair with his hands over the small heater.
"We thought you liked being out in the cold after you decided to dive out of the Medea," prodded Kyle as he shut the door behind him as Nigel too went to gather around the heater. Kyle was soon to follow and pulled up another chair as they got closer to the heater.
"Alright guys, we received orders today, and the rumors are true. Looks like we will be going behind enemy lines again," said Nigel as he winced slightly as Kyle sat next to him rubbing his still raw burns from the crash.
"Again, why don't they send these 87th bastards to go do it?" said Andrew Young as he rolled his eyes.
"Because they aren't used to being surrounded like us airborne troops," said Kyle with a smile as he rubbed his hands together in the cold.
Nigel smiled at Kyle and with a slight nod he said, "We are heading to California, the land of beautiful American women, and we are going to save some top secret craft and mobile suit."
"Beautiful American women? About damn time we get rewarded for our hard work." said Mike with slight laugh.
"Like you would even hit on one of them Rhea, all you ever do is just stare at them from the corner of the bar," responded Nathan Liles as he prodded the medic of the group.
"This coming from the man who cried after he got in a fight with a woman in a bar," quipped Mike in response that was followed by the rest of the group breaking out into laughter.
"It was the first time I had ever gotten drunk, plus I didn't want to you guys tricked me into doing it," said Nathan with an embarrassed look on his face as he remember the incident.
The entire group fell into laughter again as they smiled, but Nigel spoke up again as he had to tell the rest of them news they didn't want to hear, "Sorry to break this all up but we have to go outside and help the ..... whatever the fuck the name of that giant carrier is unload supplies to the base."
"Fuck, out there again?" said Tim as he frowned as his fingers were finally warm again.
"I thought you would be used to the cold Tim, you are Canadian." said Nigel with a smile as he stood up from the heater encouraging the rest of the soldiers to do the same.
"I thought you were a King, why don't you just have servants get it all done for us," said Tim as he frowned looking out the window at the snow blowing almost horizontally.
"You are my servants," joked Nigel as he limped over to the door opening it up.