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Post by Norris on Jul 29, 2005 6:10:24 GMT -5
"Indeed, and I feel that it will make the Charge of the Light Brigade seem like a simple military exercise. Of course, what I say here will not leave this room."
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 29, 2005 6:47:49 GMT -5
OOC: You know that the Charge was actually a success, and it was overblown for political reasons, right? In the same way that Lieutenant Blythe was a reasonable man who was maligned by a mutinous noble.
Kvetch looked around. The technician on their level caught his eye, then hurriedly found a reason to join his comrades on the lower level.
"O'course sir. I thin' its safe t'say that the Major doesn't know abawt it."
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Post by Norris on Jul 30, 2005 1:43:37 GMT -5
"Good lad," Ximenex smiled slightly for the first time in several years, and the tension of face muscles stung fiercely. "Incidentally, how long until the Major returns?"
OOC: I suppose it could count as a success, but it depends on how you look at it, really.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 30, 2005 2:55:40 GMT -5
Wot part of 'I just got back and don't know what's goin' on' is this guy not gettin'?
"I don't know sir. Whenever 'e finishes whatever raid 'e is conductin', I suspect. Could be a couple 'a hours."
OOC: Usual definition. Inflicting many casualties, taking few, achieving objectives.
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Post by Norris on Jul 31, 2005 1:41:08 GMT -5
OOC: Maybe, but it depeneds from which armys' viewpoint you are seeing it from. There is no battle I know where there has been victory achieved on both sides. The Cold War doesn't count.
IC: "Very well," nodded Ximenex. "We shall wait for him then. I see no reason to inspect the barracks just yet, I shall wait until your troops have finished cleaning themselves up before I do."
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 31, 2005 3:45:41 GMT -5
Yeah, I doen't fink so. My lads need their rest. E's not gunna notice if I jus' geh a loada conscripts on parade, is 'e?
"Would you lihk t'wait 'ere while I go an' organise 'em?"
OOC: The Cold War wasn't a war, and both sides didn't win. Often both sides will claim victory, or put a positive spin on events.
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Post by Norris on Aug 2, 2005 1:57:16 GMT -5
"Well, it's the closest thing to a guest quarters around here." Ximenex answered solmenly, and allowed Kvetch to prepare the troops.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Aug 2, 2005 5:05:15 GMT -5
Kvetch grimaced as he turned away from Ximerax. 'Closest fing t'guest quarters'... IT'S A GENERATOR STATION! This is a military base, not a five star hotel!
The airlock sealed behind him, and Kvetch took a moment to order his thoughts. If the Major wasn't here, he would have taken at least one conscript group with him. Another would be on guard and doing techy and admin stuff. The third... He smiled.
The conscript 2nd section of Penkoon base were rudely awoken by the general alarm. As they piled out of their barrack room into the snow Kvetch started laughing.
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Post by Norris on Aug 2, 2005 6:26:48 GMT -5
Ximenex examined the generator carefully, inspecting the place for his own eyes. As he pointed out several hazards, his aid jotted them down.
"Gum used to seal cracks in voltage rectifier."
"Fly-loaf clogging the airlock gears."
"That is so horrible, I daren't describe it!"
The latter was a thick gluey substance lining the walls. Whatever it was, several dead flies were attached to it and Ximenexs' grabber had become entangled in it.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Aug 5, 2005 17:30:17 GMT -5
Kvetch turned off the alarm, still grinning. He'd set it to only sound in their barracks, where the platoon not on duty would be sleeping. They now stood in the freezing cold in their pyjamas. Wot a pikcha.
"Righ you 'orrible mob. We've got a high muck amuck from tha 'omeworld come ta pay us a visit. I wont you all in yah best uniforms geared up pronto. Geht moving!"
The disorientated conscripts stumbled into action as fast as could be expected.
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Post by Norris on Aug 6, 2005 1:19:02 GMT -5
Eventually, Ximenex broke free of the weird goo and marched out into the cold, where Kvetch was ordering the troops.
"Corporal, I just hope your Major has a damned good excuse for such shoddy maintenance!" he hissed angrily, snapping his grabber violently.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Aug 6, 2005 1:32:23 GMT -5
Kvetch's smile disappears at hearing Ximerax's voice. He replaces it before turning to face the admiral.
"Sorry about that sir. But we're not exactly high on the empires list of priorities out here. We sometimes just get old equipment from more useful bases, if we get spares at all."
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Post by Norris on Aug 6, 2005 1:40:54 GMT -5
"Spares my foot, you are using inadquate means of keeping that generator working! Does the Major realize that such poor repair work could cause an explosion of 7 on the Richter scale?!"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Aug 6, 2005 3:18:38 GMT -5
"Honestly sir? Probably not, probably not. Sumfing like tha' is the responcibility of the techs, and the Major doesn't 'ave a lotta time fer them."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Aug 6, 2005 6:00:11 GMT -5
Gilbrath, one of the officers of the base, came into the room. He had a narrow face and close-set eyes and big, fat lips that looked like they'd been sucked into a pool drain, not to mention enormous, crooked buck teeth. Surprisingly, neither vastly affected his speech. His uniform was identical to that of a Stormtoad's but for the officer's cap perched on his head.
OOC: Welp, I finally introduced a character in this thread. Being that he's subordinate, maybe Kvetch can find something useful for him to do. XD
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