Post by Damen Smull on Sept 24, 2016 16:35:55 GMT -5
“Well we are glad to see another soldier about, and we can definitely understand why you may be iffy, this world is no longer a peaceful place to live. You`re welcome to join us, but until we meet the man in charge you`ll have to drop your weapons. We cannot allow an armed stranger to walk into our base without permission, after all we don`t know. I`m sure you understand.” The SGT replied, taking a short glance at the pile of corpses that lay scattered about.
The AR went over in a steady pace, rifle aimed high and when he got to the navy commander he ransacked the individual from top to toe, stripping him of weapons which he placed on the hood.
Feeling the person practically leaving him bare with no weapons wasn't a good feeling, especially when it was US Soldiers. "You pat me down any harder and I'll take that you want to get a frisky with me private." Once it was said and done with, he slowly turned around and leaned against his vehicle. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter, he slid a cig out of the pack and placed it on his lips lighting it. A plume of smoke came about as he inhaled the toxic smoke and exhaled it slowly. He saw the soldier that wore the Sargent stripes to the about fifty corpses that were on the dam bridge. Smiling a bit, he looked back at the soldier and said to him. "They were following me since 157th street on the other side. So I dispatched them over here with the Fifty Caliber." Reaching up, he would have his fist bang on the turret and then went back to his Cig. Taking in another inhale, the wait seemed to take a bit longer then he would like since he was out in the open and without a weapon to defend himself with. If he would go for his weapons on the hood, that would most likely make these soldier's jumpy. So CMDR Damen Smull leaned against his truck again just looking around bored. Exhaling another plume of smoke, he would speak to the soldier who was in charge. Looking carefully, he saw the name tag and saw the last name of the soldier.
"Tell me Sgt. Middleton, what platoon and division did you serve? I was the second officer of the USS Zumbal Cruise Missile destroyer. We were at Norfolk when this hell happened. We were evacuating both Civilian and military personnel to the ships as they formed a barricade further out to sea. Over the radio, I heard that there was a problem in the engine room and for everyone to abandon ship. I saw my ship blow up and sink. over 400 men and women were on board at the time of it. So, I'm a Commander without a ship to serve on or a group to join, how long til your Chief replies back to your message? Don't like standing here without weapons and feeling like some sort of prisoner doesn't help matters much in my case. Can I atleast have my handgun or knife until things are cleared up and we get on our Marry way? You have a .50 caliber and all these men. I won't be able to do anything among your troops, it be a suicide mission Sargent." Another plume of smoke and he was still leaning there. His eyes saw that the person who had frisked him was getting a bit nervous, jumpy a bit.
The AR went over in a steady pace, rifle aimed high and when he got to the navy commander he ransacked the individual from top to toe, stripping him of weapons which he placed on the hood.
Feeling the person practically leaving him bare with no weapons wasn't a good feeling, especially when it was US Soldiers. "You pat me down any harder and I'll take that you want to get a frisky with me private." Once it was said and done with, he slowly turned around and leaned against his vehicle. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter, he slid a cig out of the pack and placed it on his lips lighting it. A plume of smoke came about as he inhaled the toxic smoke and exhaled it slowly. He saw the soldier that wore the Sargent stripes to the about fifty corpses that were on the dam bridge. Smiling a bit, he looked back at the soldier and said to him. "They were following me since 157th street on the other side. So I dispatched them over here with the Fifty Caliber." Reaching up, he would have his fist bang on the turret and then went back to his Cig. Taking in another inhale, the wait seemed to take a bit longer then he would like since he was out in the open and without a weapon to defend himself with. If he would go for his weapons on the hood, that would most likely make these soldier's jumpy. So CMDR Damen Smull leaned against his truck again just looking around bored. Exhaling another plume of smoke, he would speak to the soldier who was in charge. Looking carefully, he saw the name tag and saw the last name of the soldier.
"Tell me Sgt. Middleton, what platoon and division did you serve? I was the second officer of the USS Zumbal Cruise Missile destroyer. We were at Norfolk when this hell happened. We were evacuating both Civilian and military personnel to the ships as they formed a barricade further out to sea. Over the radio, I heard that there was a problem in the engine room and for everyone to abandon ship. I saw my ship blow up and sink. over 400 men and women were on board at the time of it. So, I'm a Commander without a ship to serve on or a group to join, how long til your Chief replies back to your message? Don't like standing here without weapons and feeling like some sort of prisoner doesn't help matters much in my case. Can I atleast have my handgun or knife until things are cleared up and we get on our Marry way? You have a .50 caliber and all these men. I won't be able to do anything among your troops, it be a suicide mission Sargent." Another plume of smoke and he was still leaning there. His eyes saw that the person who had frisked him was getting a bit nervous, jumpy a bit.