Post by Lieutenant Eden Nivans on Jun 18, 2016 14:26:42 GMT -8
Her perfect vacation had been a simple reprieve from horror, viscera, and chaos. They were back at it again, enjoying the many wonders of the real world.
Maybe it was fate, maybe it was because they'd sat near one another on the transport, or maybe it was because they had similar instincts, but Eden had ended up with a group of familiar faces and, even though things were bad, really bad, their presence was a comfort plus all of her own injuries were superficial- bruises, scratches, sore muscles (which was really a shame after being so meticulously massaged,) and ringing ears. Eden moaned and swatted at a thin branch with extra frustration as they reached the edge of some thin vegetation before mentally compartmentalizing everything that had just happened. Tears, rage, and panic weren't going to help them now; those feelings would have to be confronted at a more appropriate time.
"Not that I, a lowly junior grade, would ever consider telling y'all commanders what to do but," that wasn't necessarily true, "maybe we ought to stop a minute and catch our bearings and see what kind of injuries we're dealin' with." She looked up toward Victor looking for some sort of confirmation or declination, of course it was always more than just that when it came to body language, a person always looked toward the one they considered the most superior and naturally her boss fit the bill as nicely as he fit into his uniform.
No sooner had the accented words left her lips that a strange humming sound began to stir nearby, like an electric winding getting closer and closer with speed. With little cover and nothing to arm themselves with they were soon approached by some sort of weird, green shaded vehicle.
"Is that supposed to be a combustion engine," Eden whispered aloud, curious, but there was no time to answer when five soldiers armed to the teeth hopped out of the canvas trailer. Each one look exactly the same, there was no way to tell one from another.
"Rack 'em and stack 'em boys! Tangos' visual pat down clean, two males and two females, how copy?"
//"Solid copy."//
"Were you all a part of that Charlie Foxtrot a few klicks that way," one of the soldiers asked in a husky voice, flak and kevlar covering his forest cammies, boots, gloves, shemahg, and sunglasses covering every inch where one might find skin instead.
Eden heard everything and understood most of it but she couldn't take her eyes off of the gun. She'd read about them but she'd never actually seen one before.
The passenger door to the seven ton opened and a stiff female hopped out and greeted them entirely too excitedly, her smile permanent. "Hi! I'm Nurse Holly! Uh oh! It looks like you all look like you could use some bandages!"
Eden mouthed a few explicatives. Were her fingers stuck together?
"Come on you guys. Let's go!" The overly cheerful woman sang.
"FOB Freedom Eagle has an STP. Let's pop smoke!"
"Then we can take you to meet Queen Holly! Maybe Real Estate Holly can find you somewhere to stay after we get lunch at Holly's Cafe! Chef Holly makes the best cake." Nurse Holly's stiff legs took her back to the vehicle and then, turning her head 180 degrees like an owl she giggled. "Well, hurry up before those pesky metal mechanisms come back and tear your arms and legs off."
TAG: Commander Victor Roman / @sig / Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess
Maybe it was fate, maybe it was because they'd sat near one another on the transport, or maybe it was because they had similar instincts, but Eden had ended up with a group of familiar faces and, even though things were bad, really bad, their presence was a comfort plus all of her own injuries were superficial- bruises, scratches, sore muscles (which was really a shame after being so meticulously massaged,) and ringing ears. Eden moaned and swatted at a thin branch with extra frustration as they reached the edge of some thin vegetation before mentally compartmentalizing everything that had just happened. Tears, rage, and panic weren't going to help them now; those feelings would have to be confronted at a more appropriate time.
"Not that I, a lowly junior grade, would ever consider telling y'all commanders what to do but," that wasn't necessarily true, "maybe we ought to stop a minute and catch our bearings and see what kind of injuries we're dealin' with." She looked up toward Victor looking for some sort of confirmation or declination, of course it was always more than just that when it came to body language, a person always looked toward the one they considered the most superior and naturally her boss fit the bill as nicely as he fit into his uniform.
No sooner had the accented words left her lips that a strange humming sound began to stir nearby, like an electric winding getting closer and closer with speed. With little cover and nothing to arm themselves with they were soon approached by some sort of weird, green shaded vehicle.
"Is that supposed to be a combustion engine," Eden whispered aloud, curious, but there was no time to answer when five soldiers armed to the teeth hopped out of the canvas trailer. Each one look exactly the same, there was no way to tell one from another.
"Rack 'em and stack 'em boys! Tangos' visual pat down clean, two males and two females, how copy?"
//"Solid copy."//
"Were you all a part of that Charlie Foxtrot a few klicks that way," one of the soldiers asked in a husky voice, flak and kevlar covering his forest cammies, boots, gloves, shemahg, and sunglasses covering every inch where one might find skin instead.
Eden heard everything and understood most of it but she couldn't take her eyes off of the gun. She'd read about them but she'd never actually seen one before.
The passenger door to the seven ton opened and a stiff female hopped out and greeted them entirely too excitedly, her smile permanent. "Hi! I'm Nurse Holly! Uh oh! It looks like you all look like you could use some bandages!"
Eden mouthed a few explicatives. Were her fingers stuck together?
"Come on you guys. Let's go!" The overly cheerful woman sang.
"FOB Freedom Eagle has an STP. Let's pop smoke!"
"Then we can take you to meet Queen Holly! Maybe Real Estate Holly can find you somewhere to stay after we get lunch at Holly's Cafe! Chef Holly makes the best cake." Nurse Holly's stiff legs took her back to the vehicle and then, turning her head 180 degrees like an owl she giggled. "Well, hurry up before those pesky metal mechanisms come back and tear your arms and legs off."
TAG: Commander Victor Roman / @sig / Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess