Ch 2 headed to Dinosaur Swamp

[Mierin]

Sam just stares a Autumn blankly as her mind takes in what she had just said. "You claim to have combat training, but you don't know how to put on armour?" The disbelief is clear in Sam's voice as she shakes her head as she says in a low tone of voice. "That is the most preposterous thing I have ever heard in all my years of this job and I've heard a lot of outrageous things. If this is a joke, it's not funny. If it's not a joke, you should have never been assigned to this group without basic knowledge such as that." Sam can't help but think that the best thing for everyone would be to ship Autumn back to basic training right now, otherwise her obvious incompetence and inability to handle any kind of stress was going to get them all killed.

[sasqaricious]

"Look I am sorry, we just never had to put on the armour, only weapons training." Now the Doctor normally soft spoken is starting to get red faced and actually tries to stand up and without stuttering. "Look, I know this is not the situation that both of us wanted. Do you think I wanted to be sent here. Only reason why is some strings were pulled and you and I are stuck together. I scored high on all weapons training and there were incidents in Lone star where I did have to act. I just never had to put armour on before in my life. If you help me with that I will help you with everything in my capacity. I am not afraid of combat, I know my life is at risk. I am a fast learner and will follow your orders to the letter!"

(OOC - me wishing I did not open that can of worms, but now just to roll with the punches!)

[Tori]

Tori looked up at her partner with a smug grin. "Six owes me a slider," she said softly. "I should have bet fries with it that the pogue has never shot a rifle. We're foxed."

She had calmed down from wanting to kill the snitch, or dog, but he would be wise not to go ratting anyone out for a habit that was none of his business. Tori was having fun watching the pogue fall apart, and decided to relax and listen as she continued her soft song. She pulled her boonie over her face and continued...

"Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy DOG that named me 'Sue.'"

[Tori]

Janxi narrowed her eyes at Richardson with his warning, but took no offensive posture, sitting like a large and lazy cat. "Any time you think you can force me to keep my opinions to myself CORPORAL, you feel free to try." She barred her fangs in a large wide open yawn, but laughed on the inside. Even as an animal, she had the same rank, and there was little he could do, with his limited authority or by force to compel her to stop taunting. In the Corps, the entire barracks would have sensed his weakness and would have mocked him. God she missed the Corps.

Things had quieted somewhat when, she heard her partner very ticked off. The gist of it was the dog was narcing on them for using nip. Trying to gain favor from his human masters by snitching out the cats. She wondered how often he got ratted out for licking his own balloons, a habit much worse, in her opinion, than nipping. Sizing the two up, she thought Tori might have an advantage, and the dog might not want to press the issue.

When her partner returned to her seat, Jan greeted her with nuzzle, purring softly in a baritone to calm the little cat down. She admired tori for standing her ground, and not losing it completely, and leaving the crotch sniffer in need of the pogue's services. If it had been Janxi he interrupted... She had visions of crushing his skull in her jaw and smiled.

"Well Tori, that went real good. So you think our chances are as good as that? Hell, at least you got chow out of it." She gave her partner a friendly, feline lick between the ears and took the next verse, singing slightly louder than her smaller sidekick, her morale rising in the face of certain disaster.

"Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do!
Your gonna die, muthafoxa!!'"

[Renekin Skywalker]

Socrates looked over at the poor doctor getting railed out. Sam was right, though. At least the cats were given the distraction of taking care of her. Well, if they weren't so distracted with the fact they weren't in the corps. Or themselves.

Waiting for Shep to come over, Socrates continued with his gear, his ears taking in every sound, and his eyes glancing up casually npw and then. "Richardson, have you got a minute?" He asks. His tone was not really placating, as a dog boy might, to a human, and he was motioning to the seat on the other side of him from the cats.

[Dome]

"Sure Socrates, Whats up?"

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Just curious about your credentials." He says, handing over a couple of clips while he reorganized his bag. "Since they seem to be a topic of discussion."

[Dome]

Taking the clips and sitting next to the dog he says, "well, went through basic. Also specced out to be EOD. Didn't plan on it at first, but I do love making stuff blow up," he says with a chuckle. "Been out on a few short range missions, nothing extended. How bout you? I get the impression you've worked with the Captain and the Chief before."

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Explosives are an interesting thing." Socrates concedes. "Something about a force like that washing over you..."

Pausing, he snuffles, before continuing.

"I started working with the Captain and Warrant Officer a few months ago, and have gotten to know then a little." Socrates says, taking the clips back. "Ran into them after a mission out in the woods - mostly I get long-range stuff, and met them on the way back from one. I think mostly I've been on seek-and-destroy and recon."

"Captain Fraser is very competent, regardless of the mission. Almost cool, really. A good soldier to lead the States' army. Trassk is... unconventional, but no less competent. He has many years of experience and more lives than a cat."

[Dome]

"That explains your comfort when talking with them. I never worked with a CO long enough to feel comfortable. I can't believe the kitty twins demanding answers from her. I think they need to learn their place."

"So whats your spec?"

[Renekin Skywalker]

"I wouldn't worry about the cats." Socrates says, dismissively. "They simply need to adjust to army life."

"I don't have a speciality." He says. "Just a soldier with field experience."

[Dome]

"I'm not worried by them, just annoyed by them."

"Experience is good, I look forward to learning from yours."

[Renekin Skywalker]

"It all comes to one thing." He says. Tapping his head, he says, leaning forward, conspiratirially. "Think. About everything. Get information about everything. Then use it."

[Dome]

"Makes sense. When you train to deal with Explosives, they tell you before you even think about trying to disarm a bomb learn and observe everything you can about it, maybe figure out who built in and learn all you can about them. Then you can deal with the bomb itself."

[Renekin Skywalker]

"But not just for your speciality." Socrates says. "Since yesterday I have been observing each new member of the group. You have to always do it."