Foss stared down at his little datapad as battle reports rolled in and swore quietly, “I need a new job after this.” he muttered, as he sat in his tent. Placing the datapad on his bed he got up and went outside to the pit fires where the rest of the company had gathered.
That was if you could call it a company. Mostly it was a collection of rag-tag other units put there in case the “real” companies needs replacements.
He warmed his hands next to an opened barrel with a merry little fire going inside it and sighed, it was unusual for him to be down but the recent mission by the other companies had left him rather disheartened.
"Hey boss-man, what are you thinking of?" Wespe asked as she met up with Foss. He was warming his hands from the fire in one of the barrels. "Well you know I could warm you up better don't you?" She asked and giggled.
Foss perked up as his gunner spoke "Just the rest of the brigade making idiots of themselves. Nothing we need to worry about." he said, "Wait until they let us off the chain, then they'll see some results without wasting half a troop of tanks." he laughed. A few of the other tankers sitting around other fires looked over with mildly concerned expressions, hearing Foss laugh usually meant something was about to happen.
"Yeah well, we could not think the man behind this would be such an idiot to send us here. Well I do not care as long as we get to be paid and survive. And shoot and kills stuff of course." She said and laughed. "Well most of guys around us are idiots, they are ex-criminal stoopids who are lucky to know how to shoot a gun. They then get Paragon training which they mostly ignore and just scrape through. They fancy themselves big-shoot mercs you know. I doubt that more than half-"
"Hey! That's us you know!" replied a nearby tanker at his own fire, looking somewhat hurt. By this time just about the entire ensemble of faces were peering at Wespe, as that description pretty much matched more than half the troop at least.
"Get back to yer mulling!" ordered Foss, reluctantly all the faces turned away and resumed staring blanking into their own little flames or whatever they had been doing.
Wespe gave the uninterested look and then faced Foss again. "Like I tried to say. I doubt that more then half of us are of military origin. Which means it is up to us to us to make sure they survive. We can make them soldiers, I know. They just need to learn that reckless charges and bad swearing won't win you a fight." She stated to actually show that she did not mean to insult others.
"We're fourth company, they're all in it for the money. Trust me, I probably couldn't corral them into a reckless charge if I tried." muttered Foss, leaning closer to the fire " 'Sides, I been military. Don't mean noth'in far as tanks are concerned." Foss sniffed loudly and rubbed his hands together, it was a clear day but it still held little heat until the sun came up a little more.
Wespe thought for a while. "Well yeah, but if you let them run free they will just get themselves killed. And us killed. We are all in for a money, but we need to be alive to enjoy that money too you know." She said to Foss.
"Nu worry yur pretty little head, I got 'em shuffled so there's always at least one experienced crewman on each vehicle. Should help them stay out or trouble, or start it."
"Too bad they're only experienced in being alcoholics and gamblers" muttered one of the tankers sitting around their fire, receiving an obligatory slap to the back of the head from Foss.
"Yeah that should surely help. Anyway you got any report on when we roll out? And against what we roll out?" Wespe asked Foss in the end.
"Report? No." Foss rubbed his chin as he thought and looked around, he looked past Wespe's shoulder and stopped. "There a crew for that barge still around?"
"No idea, we would need to have a look. I was working on our tank and just got back. I looked at the cannon and all coils are fine. Did not get a chance to check the engine yet, but I figured you'd like to do that yourself anyway." She replied and looked tank parked under camo net nearby.
It was a mean looking beast, heavily modified for urban warfare and given a slick new digital pattern paint job. The main gun had been shortened to deal with the confined streets, razorwire encircled the hull and turret as extra deterrent, the commanders hatch had a protective shell on it to protect him while he manned the machinegun and a dozer blade had been put on the front to help facilitate demolition.
"That shorty," Wespe point at cannon. "won't have such a big boom and but that should be okay. Better to be able to aim. Long cannon would be too much in way. We can still take on any PA they throw at us. And shoot it from two kilometers afar. What I am worried about is, that those sods can move easily in building. I am no coward, but some infantry support would be nice. I hope they will give us some."
"We're a motor rifles battlion," replied Foss "only point me to the motors, apart from the tanks, and we'll be set." He sniffed again and rubbed his nose, excedding only is spreading the continual small layer of black grease on his face more.
Wespe looked at dark sky above them. "Ah, sitting is getting on my nerves. We should get out and do something. We won't get paid for sitting around." She said with angry tone in her voice.
"Yes, we do." came a mutter from one of the surrounding tankers.
"Yeah but those are only bits and nickels. If you want realy money you need to fight for it. Also when you make yourself a name you get better paid job. That's how it is going." She responded without thinking. Yes they were being payed for sitting around, but that was just stupid wage. Real money comes from combat.
The group of collective tankers all sighed in thought at the idea of a better paid job. Fourth company wasn't known for making a any names for itself, except bad ones.
Wespe looked at all the tankers sitting around and moping. "So you guys are done with your checks?" She asked. She then looked at one of the nepleslians. "What about you, Bradley? I am pretty sure your engine did not sound so swell on the way here. You will be dead if it goes out on you in field." She told him. She knew she was little cocky, but she could have because none of them was strong enough to beat her anyway. Yay for being Abwehran.
"I had Peer's take a look at it, " spoke up one of the tank commanders, cigarette still in his mouth "he couldn't find the problem. We'll have to take it down for a service." The mercenaries looked as one at the small gaggle of four tanks huddled under their covers. "But we're so few already..."
"It would be sad thing to let tank stay home. I am no mechanic, but perhaps one of the other mechanics could help Peers and look at it again. Any tank we lose now could be problem." Wespe said and lighted cigarette of her own.
Foss sighed angrily and looked up from the fire "Whatever the case, I'm not waiting around while damn squids go around wrecking my old neighbourhood. I've been waiting years for a chance to do that." While his voice was dead serious, a person wouldn't have had to know him long to realise he was kidding. "I'm not forcing anyone to come with me, but I think it's time we got our hands dirty in this little war."
"This is going to be long night," Wespe said and puffed on her cigarette. She then walked down to their tank. "Boss we still did not decide how we will call this thing." She said and kicked the tank in the turret slightly, before climbing in.
Foss moved to join his gunner when a hand grabbed his sleeve, he looked down to see the rifle part of the motors.
"Vhere you think you going?" Asked the thickly accented voice of Vesilev, the platoon leader of their accompanying infantry. "Your metal shit boxes would not survive a minute with out my infantry, I can't leave you zere to die." said the man, smiling. Vesilev always was a little crazy, frankly that title went to all his little gaggle of infantrymen too.
Foss just nodded his thanks, before moving on. Behind him a few other tankers sighed and started leaving their fires for the tanks. The stragglers getting lonely and eventually following.
Wespe made herself comfortable in her gunner seat and started bringing her systems online. "All green I am set to make things go kaboom." She said to Foss still waiting for his response about the tanks name.
"Endeavor." he said finally, looking up at the metal beast in front of him. "For effort to achieve."
Wespe poked out of her hatch again. "Endeavor? I can see it striking fear into our enemies faces right now." She said with irony in her voice and laughed.
"Can't you tell?" replied Foss, walking up and putting a hand on the side of the tank. "It's a woman. It should have a soft name." This last bit was quiet, almost for himself and the tank. His hand patted the vehicle with affection before he heaved himself up, carefully placing the circle of razor wire around the hull and turret as he made his way to his hatch.
The engine fired to life, and things began moving.
It was going to be an interesting day.
That was if you could call it a company. Mostly it was a collection of rag-tag other units put there in case the “real” companies needs replacements.
He warmed his hands next to an opened barrel with a merry little fire going inside it and sighed, it was unusual for him to be down but the recent mission by the other companies had left him rather disheartened.
"Hey boss-man, what are you thinking of?" Wespe asked as she met up with Foss. He was warming his hands from the fire in one of the barrels. "Well you know I could warm you up better don't you?" She asked and giggled.
Foss perked up as his gunner spoke "Just the rest of the brigade making idiots of themselves. Nothing we need to worry about." he said, "Wait until they let us off the chain, then they'll see some results without wasting half a troop of tanks." he laughed. A few of the other tankers sitting around other fires looked over with mildly concerned expressions, hearing Foss laugh usually meant something was about to happen.
"Yeah well, we could not think the man behind this would be such an idiot to send us here. Well I do not care as long as we get to be paid and survive. And shoot and kills stuff of course." She said and laughed. "Well most of guys around us are idiots, they are ex-criminal stoopids who are lucky to know how to shoot a gun. They then get Paragon training which they mostly ignore and just scrape through. They fancy themselves big-shoot mercs you know. I doubt that more than half-"
"Hey! That's us you know!" replied a nearby tanker at his own fire, looking somewhat hurt. By this time just about the entire ensemble of faces were peering at Wespe, as that description pretty much matched more than half the troop at least.
"Get back to yer mulling!" ordered Foss, reluctantly all the faces turned away and resumed staring blanking into their own little flames or whatever they had been doing.
Wespe gave the uninterested look and then faced Foss again. "Like I tried to say. I doubt that more then half of us are of military origin. Which means it is up to us to us to make sure they survive. We can make them soldiers, I know. They just need to learn that reckless charges and bad swearing won't win you a fight." She stated to actually show that she did not mean to insult others.
"We're fourth company, they're all in it for the money. Trust me, I probably couldn't corral them into a reckless charge if I tried." muttered Foss, leaning closer to the fire " 'Sides, I been military. Don't mean noth'in far as tanks are concerned." Foss sniffed loudly and rubbed his hands together, it was a clear day but it still held little heat until the sun came up a little more.
Wespe thought for a while. "Well yeah, but if you let them run free they will just get themselves killed. And us killed. We are all in for a money, but we need to be alive to enjoy that money too you know." She said to Foss.
"Nu worry yur pretty little head, I got 'em shuffled so there's always at least one experienced crewman on each vehicle. Should help them stay out or trouble, or start it."
"Too bad they're only experienced in being alcoholics and gamblers" muttered one of the tankers sitting around their fire, receiving an obligatory slap to the back of the head from Foss.
"Yeah that should surely help. Anyway you got any report on when we roll out? And against what we roll out?" Wespe asked Foss in the end.
"Report? No." Foss rubbed his chin as he thought and looked around, he looked past Wespe's shoulder and stopped. "There a crew for that barge still around?"
"No idea, we would need to have a look. I was working on our tank and just got back. I looked at the cannon and all coils are fine. Did not get a chance to check the engine yet, but I figured you'd like to do that yourself anyway." She replied and looked tank parked under camo net nearby.
It was a mean looking beast, heavily modified for urban warfare and given a slick new digital pattern paint job. The main gun had been shortened to deal with the confined streets, razorwire encircled the hull and turret as extra deterrent, the commanders hatch had a protective shell on it to protect him while he manned the machinegun and a dozer blade had been put on the front to help facilitate demolition.
"That shorty," Wespe point at cannon. "won't have such a big boom and but that should be okay. Better to be able to aim. Long cannon would be too much in way. We can still take on any PA they throw at us. And shoot it from two kilometers afar. What I am worried about is, that those sods can move easily in building. I am no coward, but some infantry support would be nice. I hope they will give us some."
"We're a motor rifles battlion," replied Foss "only point me to the motors, apart from the tanks, and we'll be set." He sniffed again and rubbed his nose, excedding only is spreading the continual small layer of black grease on his face more.
Wespe looked at dark sky above them. "Ah, sitting is getting on my nerves. We should get out and do something. We won't get paid for sitting around." She said with angry tone in her voice.
"Yes, we do." came a mutter from one of the surrounding tankers.
"Yeah but those are only bits and nickels. If you want realy money you need to fight for it. Also when you make yourself a name you get better paid job. That's how it is going." She responded without thinking. Yes they were being payed for sitting around, but that was just stupid wage. Real money comes from combat.
The group of collective tankers all sighed in thought at the idea of a better paid job. Fourth company wasn't known for making a any names for itself, except bad ones.
Wespe looked at all the tankers sitting around and moping. "So you guys are done with your checks?" She asked. She then looked at one of the nepleslians. "What about you, Bradley? I am pretty sure your engine did not sound so swell on the way here. You will be dead if it goes out on you in field." She told him. She knew she was little cocky, but she could have because none of them was strong enough to beat her anyway. Yay for being Abwehran.
"I had Peer's take a look at it, " spoke up one of the tank commanders, cigarette still in his mouth "he couldn't find the problem. We'll have to take it down for a service." The mercenaries looked as one at the small gaggle of four tanks huddled under their covers. "But we're so few already..."
"It would be sad thing to let tank stay home. I am no mechanic, but perhaps one of the other mechanics could help Peers and look at it again. Any tank we lose now could be problem." Wespe said and lighted cigarette of her own.
Foss sighed angrily and looked up from the fire "Whatever the case, I'm not waiting around while damn squids go around wrecking my old neighbourhood. I've been waiting years for a chance to do that." While his voice was dead serious, a person wouldn't have had to know him long to realise he was kidding. "I'm not forcing anyone to come with me, but I think it's time we got our hands dirty in this little war."
"This is going to be long night," Wespe said and puffed on her cigarette. She then walked down to their tank. "Boss we still did not decide how we will call this thing." She said and kicked the tank in the turret slightly, before climbing in.
Foss moved to join his gunner when a hand grabbed his sleeve, he looked down to see the rifle part of the motors.
"Vhere you think you going?" Asked the thickly accented voice of Vesilev, the platoon leader of their accompanying infantry. "Your metal shit boxes would not survive a minute with out my infantry, I can't leave you zere to die." said the man, smiling. Vesilev always was a little crazy, frankly that title went to all his little gaggle of infantrymen too.
Foss just nodded his thanks, before moving on. Behind him a few other tankers sighed and started leaving their fires for the tanks. The stragglers getting lonely and eventually following.
Wespe made herself comfortable in her gunner seat and started bringing her systems online. "All green I am set to make things go kaboom." She said to Foss still waiting for his response about the tanks name.
"Endeavor." he said finally, looking up at the metal beast in front of him. "For effort to achieve."
Wespe poked out of her hatch again. "Endeavor? I can see it striking fear into our enemies faces right now." She said with irony in her voice and laughed.
"Can't you tell?" replied Foss, walking up and putting a hand on the side of the tank. "It's a woman. It should have a soft name." This last bit was quiet, almost for himself and the tank. His hand patted the vehicle with affection before he heaved himself up, carefully placing the circle of razor wire around the hull and turret as he made his way to his hatch.
The engine fired to life, and things began moving.
It was going to be an interesting day.