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RP: NSS Acadia [Post Mission 3]: R&R (Rest and Rations)

"DISMISSED!" shouted the Master Chief.

Phaedra quickly picked herself up from the deck; Kajiim's uppercut had slammed into her stomach and knocked her onto her ass.

"Taken out by a newbie; pathetic," though Phaedra. She pulled off her helmet and shook out her mane of white hair, relieved to be out of the sweaty confines of her helmet.

"You did good; seems like you are a natural when it comes to CQB. Now show the MC what you can do," she said, slapping Kajiim's armored shoulder. She headed for the PA storage racks, dismounted from her NIGHT armor, and then returned it to the rack. With a fatigued sigh Phaedra exited the hangar and traversed the ship's corriodors back to her room. She grabbed a towel along with several personal effects and then headed for the showers.
 
"How you manage to damage your armour even when training is beyond me," said Alex and chuckled. She came to him and helped him get out of his Aggresor. She ditched her Hostile and they could go. "Let'S head to medbay I wan to looke at your hand. We can chat along the way." She said then.

When walking around hangar she saw newbies doing rounds with unde-powered armours and it made her smile. She then turned back to Anselm. "About those rookies. Well that Hayden guy is real piece of work. I have a very very strong temptation to cut something from him. But then I would be the one sewing it back on. His impertinence was horrible and he even had the nerve to attack me in Hostile while I controlled Ripper. Is he stupid or what? And during fist fight he was all 'have you ever killed a human' I wanted to kick his butt so much. Too bad he is also pretty good in CQB. He has lighting reflexes. I can't even visit him with soap and towel in showers to give him good beating, cause he is bloody ID-SOL and would eat me alive."

Alex was all red from anger and was letting it all out on Anselm. She really needed to get this off her chest. "But I still hope for next Ripper to cut his ding dong off. That would be fun cause I have never heard about cybernetic wangs. But enough about Gayden. What problems could you have with new-guys?" She closed her monologue with question.
 
Anselm handed the ruined arm to a palette driver as he passed by, the tech sentry giving a look of alarm as he recognized the marine; Alex would hear the sounds of muffled sobs and half-inhaled curses as they walked out of the bay. I think I'm getting something of a negative reputation here... the clone thought as Alex serrenaded him with her concerns.

As she finished, Anselm found a delicious opening to tease the girl "well, if you hadn't stolen Private Hayden from me, that boy would have been kissing deck and Skwigleff wouldn't have run me through... with a freaking lance... geez, how did our Fearless Leader manage to not account for that? Who brings a lance into training anyways..." Anselm trailed off, his barb forgotten in his musings, "eh, but he's a good kid, if a bit reckless... why's everyone gotta try and take my job on the first day?" The five-foot-something ID-SOL looked over to his compatriot for an answer this time, serious as pancreatic cancer.
 
"Oh wait! I stole Hayden from you? Damn that is just about my luck!" Alex said and her with her fist. "You must have been calling him out, when I was playing with that Ripper and figuring how to control that beast. Which is actually pretty fun I might add. Well anyway i saw him rise up in Hostile and I called him off. Sorry then, it wasn'T intentional." She apologized and walked on.

They reached medical soon and she pointer Anselm to one of the beds. She then took equipmen and scanned his Cyberarm. "Well about that lance." She conversated while working. "Air is equiped with lance, so there wasn'T much that could be done. It was PA training after all. If you you Hostie, or Aggro you have knife, if you are in Void, you have cutter and when you up in the Air you have Lance. Wouldn't be much of a training for his PA if he used different weapon that his PA has now would it be? Well anyway I would change you Skiwglaf, Sgiwklav-" Alex tried to pronounce stange name. "Bloody hell, what is that name. Anyway I would change you Squidgleff for Gayden any day. Next time we are training beat some sense into him would you?"
 
Anselm grimaced as he finally looked at his arm and assesed the damage, whistling at the bent exoskeleton and gaping hole filled with ruined electronics, at his best guess everything but the hand would have to be replaced. "Hot damn, that'd be my guts it weren't for my Savtech, good thing Miss Matsobuki only managed to attach a spare, heh," the marine chuckled thinking about the medical officer, "y'know, I hated being anywhere near medical staff until that woman stuck me with Velserine... wierd... how angry do you think she'll be?" In his head the albino ran several odds against her reaction and tried to guess if anyone on the ship would be taking bets on what sort of neurotoxin the woman would inject him with next.

"Maybe forty to one odds... five to one for Velserine... probably over 200:1 against getting off scot free," he mumbled to himself, recalling the electronic texts he'd started reading on gambling before everything happened on Rok'Veru, which struck him.

"Yeah, I'll give him a few knock for you... hey, how far do you think the Misshu will encroach on Neplesia this time?"
 
Arm looked like hell. There was a bloody hole in it nad eletronics were damaged too. Alex was listening to Anselm while she worked. When she hear word velserine she was stunned for a second. "Wait did you say Velserine?" she asked with her eyes wide open. "That thing is bloody poison. Well I can imagine her usin that shit." She said and sheked her head.

"Well this hand will have to go. It is shredded. I am not sure I am able to attach you new one. I am afraid you will have to wait from miss Suku. My condolences." She said then and sighed. She was just a medic and cybernetic assistant. She could be able to give him new hand, but if she messed up anything it wouldn't be pretty. Maybe Suku is a bitch, but she at least knows her job. "But I think she won't inject you. It is just changing you arm. Not like amputating a piece of you and then attaching cybernetics. Anyway I bet 10 DA it won'T be velserine. Unless you woul move a lot." She said and chuckled.

When Anselm asked about Mishu and Nepleslia Alex's smiel froze. She then looked away from him. She was quiet for few seconds and then said. "It is hard to say. Even with all the jokes and everything, Squids are tough. But they have Yammies to take care of too. I think we will kick their buttocks......tentacles or whatever. Hey If you look at Rok'Veru and at how little of us there were and how many of them were there. And tha casualties we did to them I am pretty sure we are the main men and women in kicking butts. And tentacles."
 
Amazed by the fact that he knocked Phaedra flat on her ass Kajiim blankly watched the P2C get up and walk towards him not hearing the MC's orders until he finally came back to earth when Phaedra patted him on the shoulder, watching her walk away for awhile all Kajiim could think was "wow..."

Kajiim snapped his mind back to reality and saw the other noobs lining up and saw the Master Chief waiting "Shit..", Kajiim thought as he ran over and properly saluted "Sir! Private 3rd Class Kajiim Ashad, General Infantry Sir!"
 
Anselm grimaced, "we left a lot of good people dirtside, Mayhew, we're going to wind up leaving a lot more behind as the battles hit bigger population centers... and the Mishhu keep coming," the marine looked up at the medic, studying her features, "I'm sorry, this isn't appropriate for your morale; we'll kill them, every last one, and your friends and family will be safe," the pep-talk was simple, childish, and grandios, but the clone hoped it was enough to return Alexandra to good spirits.

The marine stood up and flexed his raw stump, little more than some meat attached to an elbow and capped by a crude metal socket; Anselm reflected on it and dredged up better words. "We might be injured and hurting, Miss Mayhew, all of us, mourning for that which is lost, but we will rebuild no matter how badly they try and hurt us; Nepleslia doesn't die easy and neither do her children," the conviction of purpose was etched on his scarred features, what purpose the marine still wasn't sure of, but at least he knew it existed.
 
Alex smiled at big albino. She removed unusable hand and put it aside. "Of course Nepleslia will survive," she replied to him. "That is because Nepleslia is full of people who know how to kick back." Was it really that easy? Probably wasn't but it felt good to think that.

"And no worries about me. I am just a clone, I have no family and what could be called friends is aboard this ship. And I plan to do all that I can to make sure that every last of them survives. But I am not stupid. We are in war and I am a medic. I am prepared. We will lose more. I won't say bullshits that it is neccesary and such. We in War, soldiers die in war. It is just fact and only think I can do about it is help them in the field and you must kill so many NMX as you can. Dead squid won't hurt anybody. This is how I see it. I won't mourn dead, I will respect them." She said then.

Maybe she will seem a little heartless to him now, but she didn'T care. She felt it this way. She was just a clone and only thing she has was fighting and being medic. There was nothing more. Not yet. Maybe it will be better when she gets to know marines on this ship more, but so far there was nobody who could be called friend. But she had a feeling that will change soon.
 
Fian stared blankly at Kajiim for three seconds and blinked. 'Funny, I missed one newbie. At least this one is honest.' With another Savtech recognized gesture, he dropped the nano musculare of the Ashad's suit to the level shared by his batch. He'll overlook the fact that Kajiim missed the fall in because of his own oversight.

"Well then, ten rounds just like the rest of your friends." The MC waved the greenhorn off passively.

'I'did better get one vet to look after each of them in the future, lest they get into trouble when I'm not paying attention.'
 
The laps assigned weren't something that Jack hadn't been given in training before...but they were hard none-the-less. Jack trudged along the deck, his feet thundering as he made his way around on his third lap: ten more to go. If he hadn't been wearing his helmet the concentration on the medic's face would have been obvious in the way he knitted his brow tightly, squinting ahead. He couldn't even begin to imagine what this might have been like for somebody not as physically strong as himself, but he had faith that his fellow new marines were doing fine.

Ten more...that was all that was needed: ten more laps Jack thought to himself as he passed the chief and began to start his forth lap.

It was true that somebody might out-pace him but Jack didn't care, he had a feeling that the unfair treatment of simply being new wasn't going to end with just this exercise so he wanted to save as much energy as possible for whatever Chief Fian would issue next.
 
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