RE: Totw (step as yet un numbered) Sing-a-long ch 3
02-14-2020, 04:06 PM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2020, 04:33 PM by Star Ranger4.)
02-14-2020, 04:06 PM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2020, 04:33 PM by Star Ranger4.)
(eh. for good or ill, apparently coping with my perceptions about today has been good for writing. *I* think this is hilarious in places too. Hope you all do)
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“Ma’am. Diamond Force, returning for additional instruction as ordered, Ma’am.”
“Acknowledged, Commander. And just what did you learn from the good doctor?”
Muck decided he needed to step in again. “That if the commander and I are going to be patrolling the fleet to combat the attacks on the citizens of the 7th fleet, we are going to need additional assistance. Both the commander and the Doctor have mentioned that the assistance I think will be needed will have to come from you since I think I kind of bent your personal bird with my arrival, madam mayor Milia.”
“Yet you still ask.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Kind of no choice, if only because I need a clean change of underwear. Still, I expect FRED to be more useful in a lot of ways other than what you might realize, Ma’am.”
“And just who or what is FRED?”
“Big ol mil spec vehicle I was driving when I crashed into your Valk, Ma’am. Has a bunch of specialized gear I’ve acquired and would like to keep. Hoping they can help with the whole finding the source of the non valk vampire attacks.”
“Hmm. Of more immediate concern, though. Commander Gamlin, Diamond Force reports to you. You report to me. I report to the Commodore. Is your immediate chain of command clear, Commander?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good. To facilitate your assignments, all members of Diamond Force will be quartered here in on Island 7 proper. The three of you will share an apartment in the same building as my Daughter, in fact, just a few floors down. Your BOQ allotments have been updated to reflect this, as well as the fact you will probably choose not to attempt to cook.”
“Point of order, Ma’am. I do know enough not to put cooking oil in the coffee pot, Ma’am.” Gamlin winced at seeing Milia’s twitchy response to Muck’s quip, and dug an elbow into Muck’s side in an attempt to keep the irreverent wanderer from making things worse.
“Which brings up the last point,” Milia continued in an ice-cold voice. “Diamond three.” Milia looked over to her hulking bodyguard cum assistant. “Show the Ensign in, please”
“Ensign Richard Davis, reporting as ordered!” the young redhead announced, then went quiet, the rest of what he hoped would be a great introduction lost as the red head already in the room struggled not to howl out loud with laugher.
“Boss. Our FNG[7] … is a red headed DICK.”
“Breath D-2. We’re all officers here, we have a certain amount of decorum to maintain. Especially in the presence of our immediate superior,” Gamlin chided, though clearly struggling to maintain said decorum as well. “Fortunately for you Ensign, as a member of Diamond Force you only have to answer to D 3 or even Diamond 3 on radio. In fact, I insist on it. What you choose to answer to off duty is up to you. I suggest you be strong and only respond to nicknames you are comfortable with,” Gamlin finished, glaring at ‘D-2’.
“SIR!”
“D. d. D-2 copies all.”
“This posting involves a permanent change of quarters, D-3. Pack up your gear, check with the barracks officer and get mine packed up as well. Report to our new quarters with it and await further orders. I’ll be helping D-2 get a problem with his gear straightened out.”
“Aye aye, Sir!”
“Dismissed, D-3.”
Milia waited until the door closed behind the new pilot before continuing. “In response to Lt Thunders request for the monstrosity that bent my bird. I am referring you back to Chiba. He’s the person best able to tell if your gear could do what you claim. Convince him, and I’ll release FRED to you. If not, you’ll have to make like a Marine.”
“Improvise, adapt, and overcome. Nothing new there, but I’m surprised the fleet even knows what marines are.”
“The location and implementations might differ, but the basic mission of kick the door in and hold a position remains. Now, get out of my sight you two. I have work to do.”
[7] FNG: Shorthand for Fuckin New Guy. And, yes, Military types can be just that juvenile. Summarily enforcing Dick as a nickname or call sign is something they would do.
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“Ma’am. Diamond Force, returning for additional instruction as ordered, Ma’am.”
“Acknowledged, Commander. And just what did you learn from the good doctor?”
Muck decided he needed to step in again. “That if the commander and I are going to be patrolling the fleet to combat the attacks on the citizens of the 7th fleet, we are going to need additional assistance. Both the commander and the Doctor have mentioned that the assistance I think will be needed will have to come from you since I think I kind of bent your personal bird with my arrival, madam mayor Milia.”
“Yet you still ask.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Kind of no choice, if only because I need a clean change of underwear. Still, I expect FRED to be more useful in a lot of ways other than what you might realize, Ma’am.”
“And just who or what is FRED?”
“Big ol mil spec vehicle I was driving when I crashed into your Valk, Ma’am. Has a bunch of specialized gear I’ve acquired and would like to keep. Hoping they can help with the whole finding the source of the non valk vampire attacks.”
“Hmm. Of more immediate concern, though. Commander Gamlin, Diamond Force reports to you. You report to me. I report to the Commodore. Is your immediate chain of command clear, Commander?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good. To facilitate your assignments, all members of Diamond Force will be quartered here in on Island 7 proper. The three of you will share an apartment in the same building as my Daughter, in fact, just a few floors down. Your BOQ allotments have been updated to reflect this, as well as the fact you will probably choose not to attempt to cook.”
“Point of order, Ma’am. I do know enough not to put cooking oil in the coffee pot, Ma’am.” Gamlin winced at seeing Milia’s twitchy response to Muck’s quip, and dug an elbow into Muck’s side in an attempt to keep the irreverent wanderer from making things worse.
“Which brings up the last point,” Milia continued in an ice-cold voice. “Diamond three.” Milia looked over to her hulking bodyguard cum assistant. “Show the Ensign in, please”
“Ensign Richard Davis, reporting as ordered!” the young redhead announced, then went quiet, the rest of what he hoped would be a great introduction lost as the red head already in the room struggled not to howl out loud with laugher.
“Boss. Our FNG[7] … is a red headed DICK.”
“Breath D-2. We’re all officers here, we have a certain amount of decorum to maintain. Especially in the presence of our immediate superior,” Gamlin chided, though clearly struggling to maintain said decorum as well. “Fortunately for you Ensign, as a member of Diamond Force you only have to answer to D 3 or even Diamond 3 on radio. In fact, I insist on it. What you choose to answer to off duty is up to you. I suggest you be strong and only respond to nicknames you are comfortable with,” Gamlin finished, glaring at ‘D-2’.
“SIR!”
“D. d. D-2 copies all.”
“This posting involves a permanent change of quarters, D-3. Pack up your gear, check with the barracks officer and get mine packed up as well. Report to our new quarters with it and await further orders. I’ll be helping D-2 get a problem with his gear straightened out.”
“Aye aye, Sir!”
“Dismissed, D-3.”
Milia waited until the door closed behind the new pilot before continuing. “In response to Lt Thunders request for the monstrosity that bent my bird. I am referring you back to Chiba. He’s the person best able to tell if your gear could do what you claim. Convince him, and I’ll release FRED to you. If not, you’ll have to make like a Marine.”
“Improvise, adapt, and overcome. Nothing new there, but I’m surprised the fleet even knows what marines are.”
“The location and implementations might differ, but the basic mission of kick the door in and hold a position remains. Now, get out of my sight you two. I have work to do.”
[7] FNG: Shorthand for Fuckin New Guy. And, yes, Military types can be just that juvenile. Summarily enforcing Dick as a nickname or call sign is something they would do.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children