Thel' Vadamee
Audio Log 2-10: Same Song, Different Tune
A few days went by since we had won the battle. Cryptid had been shipped to Moscow per my request. Turns out, personally saving a few Admiral's asses could really pay off in the long run. He was stabilized, and the Russian doctors thought they could "fix" him, with rather ominous undertones. Whatever that meant, I would find out when he returned. In the meantime, I heard that the Chief had found a replacement. He was a fellow captain, by the name of "Duke." I hadn't met the fellow, but I had heard "nothing but good things about him." That is to say, he sounded like an ass. Currently, I was on my way to meet him. As I headed to the command tent, Klip and a few others fell in beside me. We were all curious to meet the guy, and see if the rumors were true. They were. We walked up, and the first thing he said was, "Salute! Is this any way to treat a superior?" He sneered as the group around me was forced to comply, and then saw me not saluting. Immediately, an angry look came to his face. "Why aren't you saluting? Yes you, over there!" I then raised my head a few degrees, and he saw the pin on my beret. Immediately, his manner changed. "A fellow officer! Pleasure to meet you!" he stuck out his hand to shake, a gesture which I did not return. However, when the Chief wasn't looking, I flipped him a gesture which brought a look of shock to his face and snickers from my friends. I could already tell that this guy was going to be a whiny bitch at every chance he got. Then the Chief turned back to us and said, "Gear up, your first mission together starts now, and I want you on the road thirty seconds ago!" With that, we dispersed to gather our weapons and packs. We met back up, and headed out. We were going on patrol, to clean up a sector of Urags. I would soon get a chance to see how good Duke really was...
Putting it bluntly, he sucked. He could barely fire worth crap, and almost always missed. It was a miracle that he was still alive, really. But fortunately for him, these Urags also seemed to be incompetent. They were easy pickings, even at close range. So, I decided to have some fun. Choosing a target carefully, I fired... about 3 centimeters to the side of Duke's head. It hit the Urag just fine, however. Duke turned around, wondering WTF I was up to. I then chose my next target, and fired in the small gap between his raised arm and chest. Again I hit my target, and he curled into a fetal position. Let's just say things got a little out of hand when I tried to fire between his chin and neck... Not my fault! He moved! Anyway, after mopping up the Urags, we returned to camp with much bitching from Duke. It was only a small gash on the underside of chin. Anyway, we took him to the infirmary, and he got patched up. Of course, the Chief found out, but it was worth it.
Michael 'Soon to be 1st Lieutenant again' "Dagger"
Audio Log 2-10: Same Song, Different Tune
A few days went by since we had won the battle. Cryptid had been shipped to Moscow per my request. Turns out, personally saving a few Admiral's asses could really pay off in the long run. He was stabilized, and the Russian doctors thought they could "fix" him, with rather ominous undertones. Whatever that meant, I would find out when he returned. In the meantime, I heard that the Chief had found a replacement. He was a fellow captain, by the name of "Duke." I hadn't met the fellow, but I had heard "nothing but good things about him." That is to say, he sounded like an ass. Currently, I was on my way to meet him. As I headed to the command tent, Klip and a few others fell in beside me. We were all curious to meet the guy, and see if the rumors were true. They were. We walked up, and the first thing he said was, "Salute! Is this any way to treat a superior?" He sneered as the group around me was forced to comply, and then saw me not saluting. Immediately, an angry look came to his face. "Why aren't you saluting? Yes you, over there!" I then raised my head a few degrees, and he saw the pin on my beret. Immediately, his manner changed. "A fellow officer! Pleasure to meet you!" he stuck out his hand to shake, a gesture which I did not return. However, when the Chief wasn't looking, I flipped him a gesture which brought a look of shock to his face and snickers from my friends. I could already tell that this guy was going to be a whiny bitch at every chance he got. Then the Chief turned back to us and said, "Gear up, your first mission together starts now, and I want you on the road thirty seconds ago!" With that, we dispersed to gather our weapons and packs. We met back up, and headed out. We were going on patrol, to clean up a sector of Urags. I would soon get a chance to see how good Duke really was...
Putting it bluntly, he sucked. He could barely fire worth crap, and almost always missed. It was a miracle that he was still alive, really. But fortunately for him, these Urags also seemed to be incompetent. They were easy pickings, even at close range. So, I decided to have some fun. Choosing a target carefully, I fired... about 3 centimeters to the side of Duke's head. It hit the Urag just fine, however. Duke turned around, wondering WTF I was up to. I then chose my next target, and fired in the small gap between his raised arm and chest. Again I hit my target, and he curled into a fetal position. Let's just say things got a little out of hand when I tried to fire between his chin and neck... Not my fault! He moved! Anyway, after mopping up the Urags, we returned to camp with much bitching from Duke. It was only a small gash on the underside of chin. Anyway, we took him to the infirmary, and he got patched up. Of course, the Chief found out, but it was worth it.
Michael 'Soon to be 1st Lieutenant again' "Dagger"