Thunderclaps smacked across the landscape and the occasional flash of lightning threatened to expose the crawling trooper. "Fuckin' A..!" the man mentally cursed as he pulled himself across a fallen log. It had taken him 45 minutes just to get up the hill. He was way behind the schedule and he knew it. Fourth Delta was moving in and he was not in position. The unexpected bandit camp he encountered had cost him valuable time and put him behind the eight ball. His squad was on the move and had no overwatch...
Five minutes later, he reached his assigned spot and laid his rifle upon the soaking wet ground. A quick look through the scope confirmed his worst expectations... Fourth Delta was engaging the enemy and he was too late. Biker and Dragon both were engaged in hand to hand with the sentries. Djinfyre, with blade in hand, moved in to assist his squad leader. "Get him Jeannie.." the soldier thought as he scanned the area. It didn't take long for the two of them to made short work of the poor bastard.
Biker had his situation under control as well..wrapping his arm around his targets throat, he slide his blade deep within the bandits vital parts. The man twitched several time before finally passing on to the great beyond. "Jesus tits Margret..!" the man thought as he spotted the Blaster upon the roof. His first target moved to the railing and pulled the rpg he carried up to his shoulder. CRACK... sounded across the battlefield momentarily before the enemy executed a half flip across the railing and fell to the ground. "About time.." quipped Biker as he moved to his next target.
A second blaster ran across the platform and started to draw a beed upon Dragon and Djinfyre. "Not today bitch!" muttered the sniper as he sent a round down range. "Damn, I love my job!".. the man thought immediately after the tangos head exploded. "Glad to see you decide to join the fight!" Dragon said. "Sorry boss.. was on a soda run!.."Brutus replied.
"Pa...rade... rest!" Optio Campbell yelled. The officers voice carried across the tarmac. He did not need the comms each legionnaire carried within their helmet to get his message across. Each of the men and women of the 4th fell into the ordered position as one. "Here we go.." Brutus thought as he started scrolling through his heads up display, looking for something to pass the painful time away. "Oh my god.. Romanian polka.. no fuckin' way..." he thought as he continued to scroll down through the different channels available to him.
As normal, he ended up queuing KTAM up for his easy listening pleasure. DJ Beck was re-rolling last nights show.. starting with Jenkins first request and dogging Brutus as he did so. "I have a feeling I'm about to start something here but who gives a fuck?! I'm hangin' with the 47th tonight and I gotta tell you.. these boys and girls have lost their minds. I don't know what it is with this bunch but I'm letting it wave to all you for your enjoyment!" the broadcaster panned as a funky beat started building in the background. "Oh my godddd!" the trooper thought.
Instantly he was interrupted with "MaxBrutus.. this one goes out to you.. Some hot chick with a dudes name called this one in on you...Leroy Jenkins just wanted you to know..." The voice trailed off as the music picked up...
"You can't touch this..
You can't touch this
You can't touch this..."
Brutus started rolling through the tunes he had loaded into his ego implant. Quickly he cut the list down to ten then five.. "Oh no she didn't..." the man thought as he cut the list once again. Tossing an IM to Beck, Brutus chuckled as he waited for "Crazy Bitch" to play.
"Fourth Delta.. present arms!" sounded across the platoon channel. Brutus snapped to attention as the Legion officers began their inspection, From one trooper to the next, the inspection continued down the line. Dragon stepped before Brutus and wasted no time taking the mans weapon from him. Turning the weapons port to face its owner, Dragon grabbed the rifles slide and dropped it back, ejecting a live round which bounced off Brutus chest plate The squad leader bellied up to the trooper and began chewing his ass out for having live ammo loaded during an inspection. One of the other NCOs stepped forward and placed a hand upon Dragons shoulder. What ever conversation occurred between the section leaders was done on a private channel, leaving only dead air for the rest of the platoon to listen to.
Shoving the weapon back, Dragon again stepped closer to the trooper.. Almost helmet to helmet, neither of the men moved for several moments. finally Brutus broadcasted "Sir, yes sir!" As the inspection continued, the collected NCOs moved down the line. The one which had interceded upon his behalf reached out and pulled the weapon away from the soldier and slung it over her shoulder. "Be a good boy and you can get this back later.." He did not need to look at the name printed upon the other soldiers armor to know that it would read "Jenkins".
The Bug 'n' Chug was in full swing with tunes blaring across the hills and booze flowing freely. Fourth Delta was in the house and raising hell. "Biker.. you suck!" Brutus yelled at his friend before bursting into a drunken cackle. "That's Duplicarian Biker to you." the man slurred. After a slight pause he tossed in "Bitch!" before breaking into laughter himself. "Oh my god! Fourth Delta will never be the same.. the top hat is gone!" Brutus bellowed back in pretend lamentation. "What the fuck will I aim at now!" The two troopers both laughed like the drunk bastards they were.
Neither of them noticed the Irathient waitress or Dragonsoul closing on their table. The female place her hand upon Brutus' shoulder. When he turned his head and looked up, he yelled "Kaylissin!" before wrapping an arm around the young womans waist. As the female alien let him pull her closer, the man slid his hand lower and cupped her ass just as Dragonsoul reached their table. "That might get you a sexual harassment charge Brutus." the troopers squad leader stated as he pulled up a chair. "Oh it's sexual alright." Kaylissin said with a smirk upon her face. "Just ask him in the morning which one of us got harassed."
"Hey Kayliss.. I wanna know something." Biker blurted. "Does his face paint turn you on?" the man asked, referring to the skull Brutus habitually wore upon his face. The woman pulled Brutus' sunglasses from atop his ball cap and placed them upon her face. "Hell no. If he'd take that shtako off, I'd do him in about 2.5 seconds." she retorted before pulling away and heading off to replenish their drinks. The three Legionaries once again laughed their asses off, knowing good and well that the woman would once again be rocking Brutus' world that night.