Post by Ray Hudson on May 6, 2012 11:39:14 GMT -5
Independent Camp Eastridge
November 23, 2506
3:52 P.M
The air on Regina was dry, and blew frequently. There wasn't much moisture in the atmosphere, but even if there was, it wouldn't likely been felt by the troops who had been training for most of the day. It was a tactical exercise they were on currently. They had been at it for the last hour or so. It was hot, and it had put alot of strain on them. They were sitting in trenches, shooting at targets which systematically popped up, representing Alliance soldiers. The group of 40 troops held hard in this imaginary skirmish.
While all of the troops were fighting as hard as they could to shoot down the targets with the fastest time, and least shots fired, one of the soldiers was making no effort at all. Ray Hudson sat with his helmet on his head not attempting in the slightest to hit the target. He kept his head down, and didn't bother shooting at all.
Another soldier beside Ray took notice that he wasn't helping the unit.
"Come on man, get up here and hold em back with us. Sarge's watchin." the recruit yelled over the tremendous sound of gun fire.
Ray looked back at the recruit. He had a look of contempt in his eye, but he wasn't the violent type. "They said to treat this like it was real combat, and that's what I'm doin', cus I like living. You assholes can have fun gettin' shot when the Alliance puts us in this shit situation." Ray replied derisively, at the recruit. Ray didn't know anything about the man, other then that he was in the same unit, but that didn't excuse him as far as he was concerned.
"You're the asshole!" the recruit replied, instantly returning to shooting the artificial targets which were still popping up and going down.
Ray rolled his eyes. "Ya, whatever. bitch" He murmur to himself.
The exercise continued for another 7 minutes before finally stopping abruptly as the Staff Sergeant called 'seize fire'. He brought the unit before him to stand at attention to go over results. Staff Sergeant Hohensee, was a commander who demanded nothing but excellence from those beneath him. He was very good at getting the respect of his soldiers, and getting results out of them as well. He was a considerably religious man, and didn't carry much rage. But if there was one person in the verse' which he hated, it's name was Ray Hudson. Ray knew it, but didn't consider it his fault, as he presumed they should know that he wasn't fit to serve in the regular army.
"Outstanding work gentlemen. With shooting like that your sure to send those dirty, purplebelly's, running! Your dismissed. The Staff Sergeant stated, and the unit began moving out in an ordered line as they had been trained to do.
Everything was as normal, until Hohensee sopped beside the line, observing the men closely as they walked by. Ray saw him, but didn't make any motion to akwnowledge him. He just kept walking, and suddenly he felt something take his shoulder, and pull him out of the line.
"Not you. The voice of Hohensee said with a sort of stern sarcasm.
Ray rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time Hohensee had pulled him out of line to discuss disciplinary action with him. He was prepared for it, whatever it was. Flag duty, shard collection, whatever it may be, he was ready to do it. Defiance had it's cost and he was ready to pay for it.
"What? I didn't do anything." Ray said. Even though he accepted his fate, it was in his nature to fight it.
"Exactly, and I'm tired of you doing just that." Hohensee replied.
The last of the men continued walking. Ray looked back at them walking away, and turned back to Hohensee. He noticed the Sergeant seemed to have an unusual air of satisfaction on his face. "So what is it this time, casing catching? what?" Ray inquired, wanting to get this out of the way now.
Hohensee responded in a way Ray never expected. He put his hand on his shoulder, and walked him forward. Hudson, you've been the bigest thorn in my ass for months. You show cowardous in the face of exercises that present no danger, you fail to follow the simplest orders given to you by your squad leaders, and you refuse to associate with your fellow recruits with conduct that is constructive for morale." Hohensee spoke as though he'd been eagerly preparing for something for years, and now was getting the oportunity.
Ray opened his mouth to counter Hohensee, but was cut off "AND, this morning I was given this piece of paper. It was the best piece of news I've recieved since I was given this commission. You know what this is Hudson?" Hohensee asked, holding a piece of paper in his right which he hadn't revealed earlier. Before Ray could even shake his head, Hohensee responded. "It's your transfer order. Congratulations, your now a member of the Independent Navy's Marine Corps." He said, with a sort of tone that could send shivers down the strongest of spirits.
Ray's eyes widened. "WHAT!!!" Ray yelled, as he snatched the paper from his hand and looked it over. Sure enough, it was from the Department of the Navy approving his transfer to the Marine Corps. "I never applied to be a Marine! I'm not even ready to fight on a battlefield with you glory seeking dumbshits! Why the hell would I go to the Marines!" Ray's mind was racing as he had no idea what this meant.
Hohensee's grin just seemed to widen. "I know, I requested your transfer. Your damn right your not ready to fight on a battlefied. Your the worst soldier I've ever had serve in my 17 years of service to Colonial Militia's, and on a battlefield, I don't want you there beside me. No use argueing it, you've already been accepted to crew on a vessel." Hohensee replied, still as happy as he had seemed before.
Ray was suddenly furious. "But why the hell would you put in the marine corps?! Ray demanded from his apparently 'former' commanding officer.
Hohensee stopped and turned to face Ray. "Because, when your sitting on ship in space, with no where to run, and no way to go, I think you'll have no choice but to actually shoot back for once. Smooth sailing, you little asshole." Hohensee said the last words that he would ever say to Ray. He turned and began walking about to the command building, leaving Ray on the dirt in shock.
Ray stood there staring at the ground for a second. He kicked the ground violently and yelled a series of words which could return a shepard to the arms of Satan. After a moment he decided to open up the tasking order and find out exactly what it was he was going to be doing. He read over the tasking order.
It was all formality crap, and congradulations for being accepted to the Browncoat Marines. Moving down, the paragraphs he found the specifics. He was stationed on the Remora 4, I.C.S Ithika II. And then he read the words that seemed to change trajedy to comedy.
Under Captain Bishop Morse.
He uttered the only things that came to his mind at that moment. "Son of a bitch." He said as his mouth formed a grin at seeing the name of his friend who convinced him to enlist in the first place.
November 23, 2506
3:52 P.M
The air on Regina was dry, and blew frequently. There wasn't much moisture in the atmosphere, but even if there was, it wouldn't likely been felt by the troops who had been training for most of the day. It was a tactical exercise they were on currently. They had been at it for the last hour or so. It was hot, and it had put alot of strain on them. They were sitting in trenches, shooting at targets which systematically popped up, representing Alliance soldiers. The group of 40 troops held hard in this imaginary skirmish.
While all of the troops were fighting as hard as they could to shoot down the targets with the fastest time, and least shots fired, one of the soldiers was making no effort at all. Ray Hudson sat with his helmet on his head not attempting in the slightest to hit the target. He kept his head down, and didn't bother shooting at all.
Another soldier beside Ray took notice that he wasn't helping the unit.
"Come on man, get up here and hold em back with us. Sarge's watchin." the recruit yelled over the tremendous sound of gun fire.
Ray looked back at the recruit. He had a look of contempt in his eye, but he wasn't the violent type. "They said to treat this like it was real combat, and that's what I'm doin', cus I like living. You assholes can have fun gettin' shot when the Alliance puts us in this shit situation." Ray replied derisively, at the recruit. Ray didn't know anything about the man, other then that he was in the same unit, but that didn't excuse him as far as he was concerned.
"You're the asshole!" the recruit replied, instantly returning to shooting the artificial targets which were still popping up and going down.
Ray rolled his eyes. "Ya, whatever. bitch" He murmur to himself.
The exercise continued for another 7 minutes before finally stopping abruptly as the Staff Sergeant called 'seize fire'. He brought the unit before him to stand at attention to go over results. Staff Sergeant Hohensee, was a commander who demanded nothing but excellence from those beneath him. He was very good at getting the respect of his soldiers, and getting results out of them as well. He was a considerably religious man, and didn't carry much rage. But if there was one person in the verse' which he hated, it's name was Ray Hudson. Ray knew it, but didn't consider it his fault, as he presumed they should know that he wasn't fit to serve in the regular army.
"Outstanding work gentlemen. With shooting like that your sure to send those dirty, purplebelly's, running! Your dismissed. The Staff Sergeant stated, and the unit began moving out in an ordered line as they had been trained to do.
Everything was as normal, until Hohensee sopped beside the line, observing the men closely as they walked by. Ray saw him, but didn't make any motion to akwnowledge him. He just kept walking, and suddenly he felt something take his shoulder, and pull him out of the line.
"Not you. The voice of Hohensee said with a sort of stern sarcasm.
Ray rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time Hohensee had pulled him out of line to discuss disciplinary action with him. He was prepared for it, whatever it was. Flag duty, shard collection, whatever it may be, he was ready to do it. Defiance had it's cost and he was ready to pay for it.
"What? I didn't do anything." Ray said. Even though he accepted his fate, it was in his nature to fight it.
"Exactly, and I'm tired of you doing just that." Hohensee replied.
The last of the men continued walking. Ray looked back at them walking away, and turned back to Hohensee. He noticed the Sergeant seemed to have an unusual air of satisfaction on his face. "So what is it this time, casing catching? what?" Ray inquired, wanting to get this out of the way now.
Hohensee responded in a way Ray never expected. He put his hand on his shoulder, and walked him forward. Hudson, you've been the bigest thorn in my ass for months. You show cowardous in the face of exercises that present no danger, you fail to follow the simplest orders given to you by your squad leaders, and you refuse to associate with your fellow recruits with conduct that is constructive for morale." Hohensee spoke as though he'd been eagerly preparing for something for years, and now was getting the oportunity.
Ray opened his mouth to counter Hohensee, but was cut off "AND, this morning I was given this piece of paper. It was the best piece of news I've recieved since I was given this commission. You know what this is Hudson?" Hohensee asked, holding a piece of paper in his right which he hadn't revealed earlier. Before Ray could even shake his head, Hohensee responded. "It's your transfer order. Congratulations, your now a member of the Independent Navy's Marine Corps." He said, with a sort of tone that could send shivers down the strongest of spirits.
Ray's eyes widened. "WHAT!!!" Ray yelled, as he snatched the paper from his hand and looked it over. Sure enough, it was from the Department of the Navy approving his transfer to the Marine Corps. "I never applied to be a Marine! I'm not even ready to fight on a battlefield with you glory seeking dumbshits! Why the hell would I go to the Marines!" Ray's mind was racing as he had no idea what this meant.
Hohensee's grin just seemed to widen. "I know, I requested your transfer. Your damn right your not ready to fight on a battlefied. Your the worst soldier I've ever had serve in my 17 years of service to Colonial Militia's, and on a battlefield, I don't want you there beside me. No use argueing it, you've already been accepted to crew on a vessel." Hohensee replied, still as happy as he had seemed before.
Ray was suddenly furious. "But why the hell would you put in the marine corps?! Ray demanded from his apparently 'former' commanding officer.
Hohensee stopped and turned to face Ray. "Because, when your sitting on ship in space, with no where to run, and no way to go, I think you'll have no choice but to actually shoot back for once. Smooth sailing, you little asshole." Hohensee said the last words that he would ever say to Ray. He turned and began walking about to the command building, leaving Ray on the dirt in shock.
Ray stood there staring at the ground for a second. He kicked the ground violently and yelled a series of words which could return a shepard to the arms of Satan. After a moment he decided to open up the tasking order and find out exactly what it was he was going to be doing. He read over the tasking order.
It was all formality crap, and congradulations for being accepted to the Browncoat Marines. Moving down, the paragraphs he found the specifics. He was stationed on the Remora 4, I.C.S Ithika II. And then he read the words that seemed to change trajedy to comedy.
Under Captain Bishop Morse.
He uttered the only things that came to his mind at that moment. "Son of a bitch." He said as his mouth formed a grin at seeing the name of his friend who convinced him to enlist in the first place.