Originally posted by K O T O R
Aubrey's voice trailed out over the soldier's heads, and echoed across the halls.
"Get a move on! I mean, honestly, these guys have been gone months, and you Yellowbellies are walking around like your at a funeral!" Aubrey had no idea what was on that ship, and what on odd choice of words to use. Aubrey shook his head, and jumped down on the large box he was using to shout at them all. Slowly, he walked towards the gate, keeping a finger on his trigger, but not shouldering his rifle. A small group of civilians, about five or six, gathered at the entrance.
"Well... Apparently this things bigger than we thought it would be." Aubre sighed, and looked at the watch on his wrist. Five more hours, and they'd know what this supposed 'new' species was. They'd probably be screwed over... I mean, jeez, it came from space; Aubrey thought, and flipped his rifle around on the shoulder string, so it dangled on his back.
"Sergeant," Aubrey called, running up and saluting sharply. "Can I go get a drink, sir? To calm my nerves." The Sergeant looked Aubrey up and down, and then nodded firmly.
"Go ahead, son. Be back by the time we open this hunk-a-junk up, and don't get plastered." The Sergeant warned, and Aubrey laughed, nodded, and headed back for the entrance, walking straight through the crowd and heading for the bar.
(First off sorry for correcting you here, brought up by marines couldn't help but correct your error. Marines are told never to put their finger on the trigger until they fire, so if they're spooked they don't gun down a friendly.Once again sorry for correcting you, hate to do it, just can't help it)
Silverin walked into the nearby locker room, where a bunch of the other human soldiers were talking about the ship. He kept his distance, seeing as him and the rest of the platoon didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he stayed in hearing distance.
"Yeah, they're being over cautious, those stupid ****heads on the ship probably just fell out the damn ship, they're probably dead floating out in ****in' space." The Private said.
"Well, whatever the hell it is they're making it out to be a lot worse than it is, worse thing they're gonna find in there is a dead body." The Captain said.
Silverin opened up his locker and got out some essentials, then slammed it shut. He regretted slamming it the moment after, seeing as he'd drawn the attention of a Private, a Captain, and another Lance Corporal. The Captain laughed and gave Silverin a stern look, Silverin was of one of the more recent species that had come to earth and no one in his platoon or any others liked him. The three got closer, and were ready to knock the hell out of him, but Silverin got lucky and the Master Gunnery Sergeant came in, best of all he hated the captain.
"Jesus H. Christ! You little ****ers playin' dress up in here!" He yelled out, each word sending spit into Silverin's face. "Get your asses outta here! We're about to get word on that ship and I want all you worthless, disgraceful, piece of shit Marines in there!"
They did as told, and the Gunny held the Captain back. Silverin left and soon arrived at a small bar, he'd heard of from a staff sergeant. (KOTOR...obviously)