Furby, J.
Marines
Fire Team Rifleman
Posts: 123
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 19
Character Race: Caucasian
Character Nationality: Canadian
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Post by Furby, J. on Nov 10, 2014 4:09:03 GMT -5
Furby stood by his ruck, waiting for Corporal Davis to start his impromptu PCI of the team. While he waited, he glanced over at Avery and saw that he had attached an e-tool to the side of his pack. Whether that was an intentional move or an attempt to be a smartass, Jayson didn't know. There was no telling what went through the automatic rifleman's mind.
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and Jay found himself staring at the Corporal. Davis quickly looked through his pack and seemed to mostly approve it. The only thing he mentioned was that he needed an extra pair of skivvies and socks. The PFC nodded and easily rectified the issue.
Davis then went on to critique Avery, pointing out that he needed a bit more stuff and that the entrenching tool had to go. When the NCO turned around to head over to Ward, the Lance Corporal flipped him the bird.
Jayson grinned and shook his head. He only half paid attention to what Davis had to say to Ward, as he was clipping his ruck to his armor and starting to put it on. However, when the Corporal left, he couldn't help but hear the words that came straight from the Private's mouth.
Jay at first had thought that maybe Ward had been joking. That thought was shot down when he looked up from what he had been doing and saw the bewildered look on his new friend's face. He can't be that dumb, Furby couldn't help but think, shaking his head at his friend.
Before he could say anything, Avery set in on Ward. While the Marine may have been unnecessarily harsh to the kid, Furby wasn't about to protest it. Ward honestly had it coming, and he really wasn't helping himself by asking stupid questions like that.
That's why when he noticed his friend staring at him, he shrugged it off. "Don't look at me, Jonny. I'm not the one who asked the stupid question." By that point, he'd finished strapping on his armored PPE, and so he placed his helmet in the crook of his arm and stepped out into the common area and waited for Stone to conduct a hasty PCI of the squad.
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Stringer, K.
Marine Recon Scout
Fire Team Leader
Posts: 155
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 22
Character Race: Caucasian
Character Nationality: American
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Post by Stringer, K. on Nov 10, 2014 21:12:19 GMT -5
Stringer stood there as he listened to Staff Sergeant Mason call out for his team leaders, including Stringer, to do their PCI's on their fireteams. Stringer looked back at Gray, Lawrence, and Silva, as they were all behind him now, out in the main area of Third Squad's berth.
"Line it up ladies! Check your gear. Make sure you got what you need, and that you don't carry what you don't need. Weight matters in long term combat, and make sure you bring a second and even third set of skivvies and socks. You may not get the chance to change out of your BDU, but you MUST change those as often as need be. Wet socks means wet feet, and that can lead to jungle rot or worse. Make sure you have your water systems ready to go." Stringer was in the process of checking Louise Gray's gear while he was talking, checking to make sure no plating was loosely hanging, that every piece of gear was secured, and that she had all the gear she needed. He nodded to her as a sign of approval, as he then steps over to Lawrence.
He began to check her gear the same way he did Gray's. He wasn't about to allow his marines go in unprepared and possibly get killed. That was the last thing he ever wanted, now that he was a fireteam leader. He finished checking Lawrence, nodding to her, and then stepping over to Silva. He checked her plate straps, gear, and connections. He patted her left shoulder twice and nodded once.
"Good job Silva. We might make a marine out of you yet. Now, check your rucks. Like I said, double and triple sets of under garments and socks, and anything you don't think you will need, get rid of it. Stow it in the berth. I don't care if for now you toss it on your ruck, just be quick! Like the Staff Sergeat said, there are soldiers dying, and we are the ones who are to come to their rescue!" As Stringer waited, seeing who did need to go or who didn't, and waiting for the ones who did to get back, he checked his own gear. He had a canteen on his left hip, towards the rear. He knew it was full of water. He always kept it full, just in case. He also ran through a mental check list of what he grabbed and had ready in his rucksack. He had three sets of socks, boxers, and even tank tops for an under shirt.
If combat taught Stringer one thing, it was that you could sometimes find yourself more comfortable in a tank top versus a BDU jacket, and you could still wear the armor. He had to on a couple of occasions in humid, hot climates. He knew that sometimes, unconventional ways were the better ways in combat, but he did know to stick to some regulations still as well.
When his fireteam was once again lined up, he nodded at each of them, then turned around and looked at Staff Sergeant Mason.
"Staff Sergeant, Third fireteam is ready! With your permission, we're heading to the armory to gear up and get ready to kick some Covenant ass!"
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Stone, T.
Marines
Squad Leader
There's nothin' I love more than killin' me some split-jawed bastards!
Posts: 116
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 39
Character Race: Caucasian
Character Nationality: American
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Post by Stone, T. on Nov 10, 2014 21:53:11 GMT -5
Sergeant Stone tapped his foot impatiently against the deck as he waited for his fire team leaders to get their teams squared away. He continually glanced at the clock on the wall, and watched as precious time ticked away, second-by-second. It was maddening, to say the least.
After a few minutes of quietly listening to what was going on in the individual compartments of First Squad's berth, Corporal Skip stepped out of his with his team in tow. The grizzled veteran looked over at the relatively green NCO, and nodded in his direction. Skip nodded back. "Third team ready to rock, Sergeant!"
Thomas nodded. He felt his lips curve into a grin. "You PCI'd yer team?" the Sergeant asked. It wasn't that he lacked confidence in the team leader; quite the contrary, actually. However, considering that everyone knew time was steadily running out, he knew there would be some compulsion to waive vital steps in the combat prep process.
"Yes, Sergeant," Skip replied. "My team's good to go."
Stone smiled. Those words were like music to his ears. Before he could reply to the young man, Corporal Davis emerged from his compartment. The man looked like a man on a mission. He was totally focused, and intensely calm given the circumstances.
The Corporal asked if he could leave to check on Private Wilkas. Stone thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "I'll be there in three mikes if ya ain't back here. 'N I'll do more than knock, son."
Thomas watched Davis leave, and then he returned his attention to the occupants of the berth. His steely eyes glanced over at the clock, and he frowned. They were running out of time. "Faust, yer team better kick it inta fourth gear 'n hurry it the fuck up. The Covenant ain't gonna wait fer us!"
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Faust, M.
Marines
Fire Team Leader
Posts: 49
Character Gender: Female
Character Race: Caucasian
Character Nationality: German
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Post by Faust, M. on Nov 11, 2014 4:06:09 GMT -5
"It ain't a war till I get there! Fire team move your ass if we are late you will wish that the Covenant have killed you because I will make your life a living hell!" Faust roared, her mood seemed considerably soured, worse than usual. She held her helmet under her left arm, whilst she placed a scrunched up piece of paper in pocket on her right thigh. "Robin! Lose the E-tool!" Faust barked at the private. "I may love close combat but the E-tool will be useless planet side and while your ditching it extra socks! Same goes for the rest of you horrible lot!"
"To think I ended up with you three in my fire team." She stalked up and down, watching her team getting ready looking more and more like a ravenous lioness at a zoo just before meal time. "Hurry your asses up!" Faust herself had been ready quite quickly, she was used to this sort of thing. She stopped her furious pacing and checked Robin's gear. She checked her straps and other pieces of equipment. "There will be no dying with my permission on this battlefield." It was addressed to all of the marines under her command.
Faust hated losing people and she despised new faces, she preferred the same old ones. She never really spent much time getting to know the replacements, because more often than not they would go and get themselves killed. It hurt a lot more when you lost a friend or a close buddy than it did if someone you barely knew bought the farm in the clouds. Of course over time she slowly got to know them, if they survived as after all they would become a more familiar face. "Robin your good to go." Michelle barked before moving off to inspect the other two members of her fire team.
"Right you two best be ready." There was a roaring fire burning in her eyes, one that usually appeared on the battlefield when she fought the Covenant. Faust did not just simply hate the enemy, she despised them, Faust wanted nothing more than to kill the Covenant. Kill them all, burn their worlds, their cities, destroy their people. She loved seeing Covenant dead, there was nothing better for her than fields littered with torn mounds of alien corpses. But the light in her eyes was more than that, almost as if this time it was personal.
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Post by Durant, M. on Nov 22, 2014 0:49:04 GMT -5
Durant stepped into his room and marched over to the closet beside his bed. He wrenched the door open and began grabbing the things he would need for their mission. Extra clothes, a set of cammies to wear, and his armor. Once he'd emptied the closet of what he needed, he went over to his rack and began undressing. As he undressed, he thought about the mission.
The Army had managed to hold the Covenant at bay at the city's bridges, an impressive feat, to be sure. From the way Captain Flannigan made it sound, the Covenant had been planetside for awhile. That brought a sobering question to mind. How close were the Army to losing the bridges? How much time did they have left before they ran out of ammo or bodies to defend the bridges?
The Covenant were a persistent foe. They weren't the type to lay down and call quits. Mike was certain the bastards would throw everything they had at those bridges. The Covenant had a seemingly bottomless supply of bodies to toss at an obstacle, and no matter how strong that obstacle was, eventually it would topple over.
Durant pushed these thoughts from his mind as his chatter beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the message, and noted the Pelican assignments for his platoon. Then he placed it back in his pocket and finished dressing.
Once that was done, he turned and exited the room. Staff Sergeant Cruz was already out in the passageway, fully adorned in armor. The Lieutenant nodded at him and then watched as the rest of the platoon slowly trickled out into passageway. Cruz took charge.
"Stone, Davis, Mason, Skip, Rio, and Weatherby, you're with me on ammo detail. Let's move!" He said, and then turned to leave towards the nearest ladderwell down to Charlie Deck.
Durant waited for a matter of a few seconds before rounding up those left behind. "We're headed to the armory. Get your weapons and ammo and then line up at the exit door to the hangar, but do not leave the armory. Move." he stated, and then followed in the wake of the others whom had left.
Time was running out.
((OOC: Again, apologies for the long wait. You can post now heading to the armory, and that you arrive at the armory and are getting your things. Again, sorry for the wait, folks.))
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