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Post by Christopher Meade on Jun 2, 2016 0:12:24 GMT -5
Chris followed behind LT McKenna and heard as the sisters kept bickering. He had a little smile and decided not to get involved. Instead Chris listened to Lt McKenna as she explained the history about the hall. “Very interesting.” Chris replied as he listened to her. She had a good voice to tell stories, so it made it extra interesting to listen to.
Shortly after they reached a door and McKenna knocked, telling them they reached the office of the General. A voice was heard telling them to enter, Chris waited for Lt Mckenna to open the door and then stepped inside behind her, still holding Shauna her hand. Chris looked at the woman, she radiated authority, which was always good. Chris did a quick nod with his head, not knowing if he needed to offer a handshake or even say his name. So he decided to stay quiet and wait for the General herself, he wasn’t afraid or anything, just being polite.
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Jun 2, 2016 2:04:50 GMT -5
Returning McKenna's salute with one of her own, General McArthur welcomed the visitors into her office, walking around to introduce both herself and Secretary Michner. "Welcome to West Point," she said, "I'm Brigadier General Laura McArthur, formerly the Commandant of Cadets here but now the commanding general of the garrison here; this is Assistant Secretary of Defense Andrew Michner," motioning towards the secretary, who stood and nodded towards them. "He's the closest thing to civilian authority we have here and in past times, he would be in charge. Hopefully, someday in the future, when there's a restored Republic, he will be...that is, unless someone's hiding everyone else above him," McArthur added. "Which, ironically, is what we were discussing just a moment ago....but anyway, looking at them in the eye and offering each a handshake, she said, "And you are?" It wasn't a blind question; she simply wanted to know who they were.
Post by Shauna Kelly on Jun 2, 2016 6:01:22 GMT -5
The two sisters took a seat opposite each other, Shauna spoke first,
" Hello, I'm Shauna Kelly and ..."
" I'm Sinead, the two sisters looked around the room as they spoke and still they couldn't help but feel like they were in a dream. Everything was so clean. " Thank you for having us,"
" It's strange," Shauna said as her eyes glared around the room. " Everything looks so clean, it's an experience I'm not use to. We've been on the road ever since we arrived to the America's."[ /b]
As soon as her sister stopped speaking, Sinead jumped in," Well, your Republic has seen better days, we've been up and down the east coast. And as I said to your Lieutenant, from my view..."
Shauna cut in and continued her sentence," ...your the last light on the Christmas tree and I'll say this... "
Once again Sinead cut back in just showing how close the two sister were again, " ...Your Mr Secretary of Defense Michner has nothing to worry from Washington." With that the two sisters gave off a little laugh as if speaking a joke.
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Jun 2, 2016 12:15:17 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you,," General McArthur replied to both Shauna and Sinead; noticing - and hearing - Shauna's view of how her office looked - and everything else of note, she thought - she said, "I keep my office clean for a couple of reasons...first, I can't stand a messy office; never have and never will either. More importantly, it reflects a certain standard: if I can't keep to that standard, how can I expect others under my command to do likewise?
"But to answer your broader question: why continue? Yes, as your sister pointed out, we are probably the last light on the proverbial Christmas tree, but as long its' still connected and that light's still working, there's no reason not to do anything. And yes," catching Sinead's dig at Secretary Michner," as I've long thought, the less I hear from Washington, the better." Seeing Michner turn a nice bright shade of red, she added, "Relax, Andrew; you knew that dig was coming." Turning back towards the others, she continued on.
"But I can almost - almost - see the next question: why continue here? Why West Point? Why not scatter to the four winds, since everybody else has?" Going back around behind her desk, General McArthur sat down and focused her thoughts on the question at hand. "That's a question I've long thought about, but to explain why we're still here, there's a legend I must mention...
"Legend has it that, as the Romans began pulling back from its' territories across the Roman Empire, they forgot - or abandoned; the legends never say which specificially - to tell the legionares manning the forts along the Scottish Highlands but those legionares continued manning those forts day after day, keeping to the standards they were taught in the hope that the Empire would return. Now, obviously, the Empire didn't return but no one could fault those legionares for continuing on as they did; indeed, it was because they believed in those standards, those traditions that they kept...on...going.
"Now, I say that to return to the present: why continue? As much as I'd like to think that there's nothing left, I can't simply abandon all hope, even under the present circumstances. Now, yes, the Republic has fallen down but I and everyone else here would like to think that someday we'll dust the Republic off and continue onward and its' that belief, more than anything else, that keeps all of us going. I'd like to think that someday people will look back, see what we did here, out on that Plain along the Hudson and say, 'there were people who kept the faith, who kept the republic's lights running when everywhere else, there was darkness across the land.'...," pausing to look out the window, from which one could see as far down the Plain as its was possible to see, before turning back around in her chair to look at the others.
"But what is the Republic, you might ask? Institutions may come and go, governments may come and go, but a Republic...if nothing else, it is the people that make up such a thing...and I'd like to think, across this great land, from the very tip of Maine all the way out to San Diego and points beyond, that there are little pockets of humanity still flying the Stars' and Stripes, still keeping the faith and fighting to preserve some little bit of America. Whether they succeed or not, I don't know...but I'd like to think that there's still something there out preserving." There was no malice or hidden agenda to her words or tone; McArthur was as dead serious in her statement as she'd been in anything else in her life and the point she wanted to get across to them was that there was still something - something! - worth fighting for.
Post by Christopher Meade on Jun 7, 2016 23:50:08 GMT -5
Chris listened to the General as she spoke. He was about to introduce himself, when she asked for their names, but Shauna and Sinéad beat him to it. He let them talk and chuckled as they kept cutting into each other sentences.
His eyes went back to the General as she replied. He listened as she said she hated a messy office, which was normal, but then again the apocalypse, it seemed like mission impossible, but she made it possible. “Wel gratz on keeping it like this.” Chris spoke.
He nodded as she spoke about being the last light. “Well it’s good to know there is a last light.” He said. Chris then listened as she explained why it had to be West Point, the General said she was going to explain it, by telling them about a legend. Chris always liked stories, so he didn’t say a word and listened to her, just like when LT Mckenna explained the story a couple minutes back.
Chris agreed as she said she didn’t want to abandon all hope. “That’s how I think too.” He spoke. “That’s how we all should think.” he added. Chris then let her talk once more. When she was done he was ready to applaud, but he didn’t, it would look weird. “I’m glad to see that kind of fighting spirit.” He spoke. “Anyways, where are my manners, still haven’t introduced myself.” Chris spoke with a little smile. “Name is Christopher or just Chris.” He added offering a handshake.
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Jun 15, 2016 7:46:00 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Chris," General McArthur said, accepting Chris's handshake with a firm handshake of her own, "and its' that same fighting spirit that makes you want to get up in the morning, day after day." Sitting back down behind her desk, she leaned forward, her mind forging a few questions of importance. "Obviously, we've kept to ourselves up here, like a turtle ducking inside its' shell...but at some point, that turtle has to get back out from under it and start moving places, as we plan on doing in the near future," she began, "but if I may ask, what have you seen out there? Any more survivors? Any strongholds? Compounds, places of refuge? Without sounding like a complete and utter idiot - and God knows, I've been called everything in the book over the years - I have to ask: what is out there?" It wasn't a question borne of idiocy but of an honesty forged over the years; McArthur wanted to know just what was out there.
Post by BG Anne McKenna on Jun 21, 2016 4:32:48 GMT -5
Outside General McArthur's Office...."So, do you think they'll stay, Lt?" one of the soldiers nearby asked Lieutenant McKenna. Sitting down, her legs crossed, she leaned back and thought of the corporal's question. Taking off her ACU cap, she ran a hand through her short-cropped mousy blonde hair and replied, "I hope so; we can sure use the--"
"Excuse me, ma'am," another soldier said, radiophone in hand; getting up, she walked over and picked up the handset, talking to someone over in the Communications Room. She sighed irritably upon hearing the message from Communications; besides the steadily growing number of recently built landing craft that lined both North Dock and South Dock, they needed the riverboat as a floating command push for the transit south to New York City. "Corporal, if the General asks, tell her I've been called out by Maintenance to check on something; I shan't be gone long, understood?" accepting the corporal's salute and turning to head out of the building for the time being.
(Sooo.. do i still post Chris? Laura, Shauna both still up for this?)
Quick update, Chris.... -There was an effort to create some sort of alliance between West Point and the Hive; although there was no alliance, they agreed to continue talking -While returning to West Point, everyone involved is unaware that the Hive is - and will eventually - fall from walkers overrunning it from within/without
I'll try to get a new thread started later this week that gets us up to speed on what has happened and everything, Chris.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5