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Post by dakota on Jan 8, 2012 8:05:17 GMT -5
The evac had gone better than hoped, and most of the villagers had been pulled out along with all the teams. Tim had been hauled into the CO's bunker immediately, and had been in there for the better part of the day. Trassk had been pulled off by medics as soon as they touched down, and most of the villagers had been quarantined for the time being.
After a quick checkout themselves, Sam and the cats were ushered off to quarters and told they were to be confined there until debreifing could be held. The entire base had a feeling that something wasn't right, and the tension filling the place was easy to spot.
The bunkhouse the they were quartered in was meant for an eight man team, with a small seperate room for the team leader. It wasn't the same bunkhouse they'd used when they first came to the swamp, which had been more of a flop house for visitors. It was apparent pretty quick that this was a team house, complete with showers.
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Post by Tori on Jan 8, 2012 17:44:41 GMT -5
"Damn, they even lettin' the pets sleep inside? We're movin' up in the world." Tori looked around and saw the gear left behind had been stashed. Clean uniforms, guns galore, extra armors and the like. She immediately began cracking out of her battered armor.
"Six? Capt'n Tim? You know, that thing with the native. You reckon he's gonna be awrite? If you gave us the word, we could you know, intervene on his behalf." She kept her words ambiguous in case someone would be listening.
She got down to her UDT shorts and t-shirt looking longingly at the head. A shower would rock her world at the moment. "Somethin' heavy's goin' down or about to go down. Yew reckon they're gonna send us back in to exterminate the colony, or figure they'll juss nuke 'em back to hell? Looks like Lone Star ain't our final destination this go-round."
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Post by Janxi on Jan 9, 2012 23:48:22 GMT -5
Janxi followed her little partner's example and stripped out of her armor. Her fur felt cramped inside the shell, and like most stressed cats, her paws were more than a little damp. "Six? Yew go first in tha head cuz you got rank, and our crushed fur's pro'lly gonna do some sheddin..."
She listened to Tori and nodded. "I'm wif Smurfette on that. I'd be plum tickled to give him a good personal reference." She grabbed her side-arm and nodded, implying Sam need not get involved. Sam was family now, and that meant her kin was cat kin. It was part of the Feline Code.
"Hey T-Bag, yer like the team corpsman now. How yew reckon Shep's makin out?"
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Post by Mierin on Jan 10, 2012 0:38:46 GMT -5
Sam is feeling tense, especially after being separated from Shep and her brother. 'I hope they're all right.' Sam thinks to herself. Turning to Tori, Sam says, "I think he'll be all right. We'll keep an eye out and if intervening is necessary, I'll let you know." When Janxi mentions she gets to clean up first, Sam takes off her armour and says, "Be right back." Sam is glad for the opportunity to get cleaned up after battling in the swamp, but does so quickly and efficiently. Once she's done, Sam comes out and sits down on one of th bunks and tells the cats "It's all yours." Drying her hair, Sam can't help but think to herself, 'Something doesn't feel right here.'
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Post by Janxi on Jan 10, 2012 1:53:50 GMT -5
"Aye aye, Six. Falling in for some head drill!" And Janxi ran for the shower, trying to beat Tori in a silly foot race. She grabbed her odorless shampoo, washed, and passed the bottle to her tortoisely slow partner. Then she turned off the water, shook as only a sub-hominid could and toweled dry. She dressed in BDU's and fell out of the head smartly.
"So uh, they told us anything 'bout chow? I shore could eat 'bout half a horse at least if not the whole beast and mebbe a couppla goats. And if you need us to help yo brover git his head right, We'll do what we gotta do." She sniffed and poked around the squad bay looking for anything edible.
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Post by dakota on Jan 10, 2012 7:53:44 GMT -5
The barracks door swung open abouttwenty minutes later, and Shep walked in. "Everyone all right? The mess hall's open and you three are still here." He motioned to the comm earpiece he was wearing. " Doc says I gotta wear this until my hearing comes back. Sam, I swear I only took my bucket off to try to fix my transmitter to tell you I was okay."
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Post by Tori on Jan 10, 2012 10:46:29 GMT -5
Tori followed her partner in and out of the shower. Returning, with a slightly damp appearance, and a set of BDU's on. She strapped her sidearm to her hip and looked up as Shep came in before pulling on her boonie.
"Looky what the cats dragged in! It's Shep Trask!" She walked up and gave him a slightly damp nuzzle, but her coat worked like a wetsuit. She didn't stay soggy for long. "Glad the hearing loss ain't perm-nent. We're on our way fer some chow, but wanted to look like proper members of His Imperial Majesty's armed forces. Y'all got a clue what kicked up tha hornets in tha nest?"
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Post by Mierin on Jan 11, 2012 22:22:07 GMT -5
Sam smiles quietly seeing Shep, glad to see he seems to be all right and that the hearing loss isn't a permanent one. Sam nods at Tori's words and says "From my understanding, the cats and I are stuck here until the debriefing. Have you been able to figure out what's going on?"
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Post by Janxi on Jan 12, 2012 0:09:13 GMT -5
Janxi passed Tori her rifle, then slung her own. "I got fresh clips in both. We gotta clean 'em soon, cuz that muck's gonna nastify them in a hurry."
She looked Shep up and down, then gave him another furry and slightly damp nuzzle. Then she placed a very heavy paw on his shoulder. "I'm right glad yer alive, but I ain't sure we're on speakin' terms now. You done scared us good, and T's right. Wif bein' all bombed out, ya shoulda taken off dat last hump. Still, ya brought me and mah girl and Six back all well an' good. From now on, ya wear that brain bucket, and yew don't go humpin' off bah-yerself no more!"
Janxi's tail swished with anger, but she nuzzled him once more, in a matronly and feline way to say he was her cub now. He had rank, but she was taking responsibility. Six was the cats' human, but Shep was her own cub to pull from a frog's mouth, drag deaf from a swamp, and to defend from raptors when he was bleeding out. Condescending? Perhaps. But needed? Janxi voted yes.
"I'm done chattin' on an empty belly, and wanna git fed. If the three of ya don't wanna be lunch, we bess git movin'. I'm hopin' fer pterosaurs wings wif hot sauce. And this time, I'll caddy up all y'all's November Juliet in honor of Snagglepuss. Then a drink of somfin' harder fer Fangs and fer Sneaker. We done leff dem bahind, and they was boff good souljas."
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Post by dakota on Jan 12, 2012 4:38:57 GMT -5
"Attention!" The doors at the other end of the barracks swung open and and in stomped a single human. The cats didn't recognize him, but Sam did and Shep clearly did as he snapped to attention.
"Don't bother Carson, I don't buy it for a second. The rest of you at ease and I'll keep this short and sweet. I don't have time for this formal crap." Said Brigadier General Jamison Sykes, the comanding officer of and the man responsible for the creation of CSOG. " All of you feel free to speak, but I want to know what the rat situation is in your opinions." He pulled a chair out and sat on it backwards.
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Post by Tori on Jan 12, 2012 9:58:24 GMT -5
Tori snapped to with a brigadier entering the room, and returned to at-ease on command. She looked to Sam to do the talking for the team. If called upon, she would respond. For now, she remained quiet.
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Post by Janxi on Jan 13, 2012 17:12:17 GMT -5
Janxi also leaped to attention seeing the general enter before snapping to "at-ease" posture on command. She would wait until spoken to, and give Capt'n Sam her say, along with Shep. She doubted anyone would want to hear from cats, even if both were trained observers and swamp operators. As she waited to be called on, she daydreamed about getting the Imperial Medal for most confirmed kills in a single engagement. Then her stomach rumbled and she daydreamed of dinosaur wings soaked in hot sauce.
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Post by Mierin on Jan 15, 2012 1:07:32 GMT -5
Sam snaps to attention when the General enters and goes into at ease posture when he states that they can. When asked about the rats, Sam answers "It seems like it's a growing problem, sir. The rats are high in numbers and they have more sophisticated equipment." Sam looks at the cats, giving them silent permission to add their thoughts to the conversation.
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Post by dakota on Jan 15, 2012 11:20:45 GMT -5
General Sykes sighed," That's what the other teams have reported as well. the last thing we need is another war front right now, but as soon as Chi-Town learns about this infestation, they'll be all over it, and from what I'm getting, traditional Coalition tactics aren't going to work in the region." He looked at shep and then the cats, " I want your input too, even yours Carson. Do these rats pose a serious problem?"
Shep took opening, and was suprisingly respectful," Yes sir, I think they do. They don't fight like stories I've heard from guys out of LoneStar. sir, these rats are organized and show signs of strategy and co-ordination in their movements. From what the locals showed us, this isn't random violence sir, the rats are on a conquest to carve out their own territory." He looked at the others on the team. " Anybody disagree? Tori, Janxi, speak up. Not often anyone wants to hear you." he smirked, but it quickly faded with a glance from Sykes.
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Post by Tori on Jan 15, 2012 12:21:02 GMT -5
Tori nodded to her superiors. "Shep's correct, an' I thank I know why." Tori still had the Kittani rifle and Splugorth laser bands, that she scavenged on the last mission. She produced them from her pack.
"General? This here as you know is Splugorth equipment. I pulled it off a coupla rats. It's mah guess they're getting Splugorth leadership and equipment in exchange fer slavin' some of their own, and pro'lly anything else they come across. Either that, or the Sploogies are armin', equippin' an' feedin' 'em so their numbers will overwhelm. They jus keep multiplyin' til they spread through the souf-east and butt up on Arkansas and Lone Star an' we git overwhelmed. Suddenly, we're gittin' swarmed, and Atlantis sweeps in and gives us all a whoopin'.
"We was tryin' to get some intel on what they was usin' to knock down Capt'n Tim's rescue missions, but we never got a look. He told us it was bad enough to take down some heavy transport with sandies. With their numbers, and that kinda firepower, they're a right serious problem in this sailor's opinion, sir."
With her pack open, she pulled out a juice box of cat milk and passed one to Janxi. She plugged in a straw and took a long drink, draining half the box in one slurp. It collapsed somewhat and she offered up an "Ahhhhhhhh..." punctuated by a swish of her tail and a purr.
"There's enough indigenous humans in tha swamp that I wouldn't go talkin' bout nukin' the place, but I feel like recon teams could identify concentrations of rats to eradicate with air strikes. Rats tend to nest, and with large broods, tend to be immobile as they go on raisin' nasty little pink things. From what I heard out in Tex-, I mean uh, Lone Star, they live in communes. I reckon we could reduce breeding colonies, an' commando teams could hunt down and kill war parties. Specforce could organize and train locals in resistance, sir."
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