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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 11:39 am
Alison sighed. Figures, Johnson would kill the comm before she could make a snappy come back. She dressed quickly, then made her way down the to mess hall. Just a little after 0700, and the gunny found herself sitting down on a crowded bench with the breakfast of military champions: grit flavoured protein mush, three "shingles" and a glass of vitamin rich warm raja.
"Yum. Grits t'day."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 1:01 pm
"Its the best isnt it?"Johnson says laughingly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 1:34 pm
Alison added as much salt to the mush as she dared, and stirred it all up. She lifted a spoonful to her mouth, and managed to swallow without retching it all back up. Atridies glanced at Johnson.
"I hate grits."
She had another couple of bites of the grits.
"No, hate is too weak a word. I despise 'em. I think we should space 'em, along with the Covenant."
"Amen t' that."
Alison looked up at Nadab as the corporal slid into the free seat in front of the couple. He smiled at Johnson and Alison. She had herself a good, long swig of raja before returning to the grits like it was a mission to be fulfilled.
"Hey Nadab."
"Oats're cheaper. Pass the salt?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 1:52 pm
"i think ill pass but i guess ill eat it."johnson said distgustedly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 2:10 pm
Nadab winked at Johnson, and dug into his food with gusto. Food was food, after all.
"That's the spirit."
Alison rolled her eyes, then jumped as a PFC dropped an obscenely large stack of manilla folders down next to her elbow.
"Case files for you to review and sign off on, ma'am."
"Right. Thanks. Dismissed."
She ideally flipped through the top few files as the lad left. Alison shook her head, sighing.
"Damn, this is gonna take all mornin', at least. I was hopin' for a little R&R. ********' war. See you two later."
The gunny collected her mostly empty bowl of food, the files and the raja, before standing up. She finished the drink and dumped both cup and bowl in the disposal.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 3:16 pm
"see the good part about being low rank no papers." Johnson laughed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 5:42 pm
Nadab grinned at Johnson as his better half left, files collect under one arm.
"Your turn's comin' Johnson."
Nadab leaned over the food conspiratorially.
"I heard that the brass is lookin' for some good men t' promote. Sharpen up the NCO ranks, like. Sounds t' me like we're gonna make a big drop in somewhere. Get current PFC's up into NCO command positions, so's that they can get more PFC's into a company."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 6:11 pm
"PFC but im a corporal i just checked and im a corporal now arent you a corporal two?" Johnson said.
(yea i checked the rank thing i should actually be higher but Twi hasnt been on.)
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:47 pm
Nadab nodded.
"Yessuh. Third squad, second platoon, Easy. My tiny command. Don't even get papers like Ally does. Well, not as many, anyways."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:50 pm
"amen to that so long as we dont get as many haha." johnson said.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:02 pm
Nadab shrugged.
"I don't know. It could be fun, if we worked t'gether. She'd have t' be neked an' in bed of course, but what's the military without teamwork?"
He gave a low chuckle, and leering grin. Joke as he may, however, Nadab really did respect his nearest and dearest. And if he did ever get around to bedding Alison, though it didn't look good currently, it would be with the utmost care and thought. Nadab was no notch on the bed kind of marine.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:06 pm
"yea i guess we could do it together so how long have you and ally known each other off the record?"Johnson asked seriously
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:15 am
"Basic."
Nadab grinned at the memory, his eyes getting that far away look that some people get whenever they see something that's no longer there.
"She waltzed into the barracks like there weren't no other way that she ain't already queen of the worlds. Well, our Drill Instructor tried his darnest t' cut Alison down t' size. I haven't ever seen a more stubborn girl. An' with scores like her's on the ranges, he wasn't in any position t' argue."
He shook his head helplessly.
"I swear, Ally got born with a rifle in her hand."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:21 am
"i would believ that to haha born with a rifle in her hands priceless."Johnson said.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:51 am
"Her mama must've really enjoyed that."
Nadab winked.
"Anyway, offically, I've known her for almost ten years now. Ten years spread out over three tours of duties, planets an' more ships then either of us would've cared t' know. What 'bout you? How long have you been in service?"
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