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Post by Master Chief A. "Tex" Church on Apr 3, 2017 17:49:13 GMT -5
With the sound of thick rubber meeting loose gravel and concrete, the source of which was a motorcycle's wheel, the owner stepped off of the machine by moving her right leg up and from over the seat itself. Wearing what looked to be a black and charcoal jacket with matching dark jeans and black combat boots, the owner stepped into the stronghold with a sigh, apparently she had come back empty handed, something of which was quite troubling to her. She was out on a scouting run, but at least she came back with some information on possible places for resources or loot. She made her way around the compound, looking to and fro for her superior, Lindsay, and was wanting to report to her that there made be a couple building next to each other that might hold food, water, or at the very least supplies they might need.
Eventually, she found her superior with company, another man she could only guess was Russian by the looks of him and his fatigues he was wearing, and lightly tapped Lindsay on the shoulder upon kneeling down low enough to do so, seeming to instantly tell she was trying to sunbathe, "I'm back, boss. I didn't bring anything back, but I did find some places to look..and who is this?", she asked with a gestured head nod towards the Russian male, her helmet still over her face.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Apr 3, 2017 21:21:54 GMT -5
"None at all Commander. Rarely have a person to talk to while I relax on the beach. Usually they are busy swimming, surfing, or they are to busy at the fire pits cooking food. So, sit where ever you would like, I don't bite." Corporal Blackthorn said, offering Commander Wagner a seat next to her on the beach; smiling at the offer, she sat down and stretched herself out a little bit, letting the sun's rays slowly relieve the stress she'd had inside of her and actually making her feel better than she had for quite some time.
Before she could reply, though, they were joined out on the beach by first a group of Russians and then by one of Cpl. Blackthorn's comrades, who spoke to the corporal about a few things; as she sat there, leaning back on her elbows, the commander simply watched and listened to them, opting to let things flow as they would rather than try and interject where she might not supposed to interject into....
At first, Lyokha didn't believe what he heard, and then it finally dawned on him. Not only was he standing behind the commander of Fort Shafter, but he was also standing behind the commander of the British forces, whom he and the rest of the unit were supposed to be working with. As a result, he stammered out his response in the same heavily accented English that he'd spoken in earlier as he gave Lindsey a nod of respect "I...it's a pleasure to finally meet you Corp- Lindsey." He wasn't quite sure if he could even say the name she mentioned without butchering it, and so didn't.
He nodded at Mackenzie as well, "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, ma'am. I...I'm not sure if you know," and he nodded at where the rest of his unit and his commanding officer were, "we're the unit supposed to be joining you tomorrow." He then looked from Mckenzie to Lindsey and then back before introducing himself, "Senior Lieutenant Aleksei Lyoha, Spetsnaz GRU, attached to Russian Army."
Lyokha had no doubts that his unit were having quite the laugh about his reaction, but he didn't really care. He was just glad that he'd gotten that out of the way, his confidence returning to him as he stood there. It was only then that he noticed the new arrival, and what she mentioned about not bringing back anything, presumable from a scouting run. Turning his head, he nodded to her as well and with a polite smile on his face added, "Senior Lieutenant Aleksei Lyoha, pleasure to meet you..." He trailed off, waiting for the woman to introduce herself.
Post by Master Chief A. "Tex" Church on Apr 7, 2017 18:04:21 GMT -5
Tex at first couldn't believe her ears. Even through the helmet, she could hear the precise enunciation of Russian dialect, having learned at least a degree of it among some other languages over her years in the military, especially from her SEAL days, before she seemed to know it was a delicate situation...a Russian leader, here, meeting her own boss? Gingerly, she whipped off her helmet with one hand, letting her curtain of wavy walnut-brown hair that ended down to her mid-back before sliding her other hand into the man's hand, "Aleksei Lyokha" she heard him say, before replying in turn with the same formality, "Master Chief Petty Officer Alyson Church, sir...but I go by 'Tex', if that is alright?", she asked with her gaze down on his, standing at her full height of 6'2".
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Apr 7, 2017 22:57:06 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant," Commander Wagner replied, simply nodding quietly as she sat on the beach, hoping to soak in a few rays while she had the opportunity....unfortunately, things were getting a little bit busy around the area, she noticed, as evidenced by the arrival of several more people; before she could reply back to the Russian officer, more people arrived, including a senior naval NCO who went by the name 'Tex'. "I see things are getting busy around here," Commander Wagner said, looking over at Corporal Blackthorn, adding with a touch of British humor, "perhaps that's a good sign for civilization, huh?"
For some reason Lyokha smiled to himself when heard that the newly arrived woman, Chief Petty Officer Alyson Church, had said that she'd preferred to be called 'Tex'. "I don't suppose you're a good shot then, are you, Tex?" he asked, the smile staying on his face as he turned and briefly gave his Captain a look before turning back to Tex to see her response to his quite possibly failed attempt at humor. Looking at her however, Lyokha could see that she was considerably tall for a woman. She was just as tall as Lyokha himself, and a good four inches taller than Captain Chernova.
Kseniya seeing the look on his face could tell that he wanted her to be there, seeing as it was the head of all the units making themselves known to each other. Sighing, Kseniya shoved her feelings on the Americans and all the problems that their government had caused as deep as she could, lest it pop up, and put on her best smile as she put her officer's cap on over her head and walked over to where the four were standing, just managing to catch the British Commander's comment as she walked over. "Especially since we didn't shoot the shit out of each other earlier, Commander."
"Apologies for not walking over myself, I'm not much for meeting people," she said, which wasn't entirely untrue in any case but nonetheless was still a lie. One she sold fairly well however, with Lyokha nodding seemingly in agreement. "Captain Kseniya Chernova, it is a pleasure to meet you all." Kseniya subtly scanned the facial expressions of each of the others there to see their reaction to her arrival.
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on Apr 11, 2017 8:29:09 GMT -5
Lindsay laid there still as she heard everything being said to her. Tex had found a location in which they should check out. The smile that was on Lindsay's face never faltered on her as she was enjoying the sun. In between the conversation of Tex and the LT, Lindsay would say to the Navy Seal. "It's fine Tex, leave the map in my mail box or back at the HQ and we will take a look over the location you have marked and plan out from there. You've earned some relaxation Tex." That's when Lin Lin heard the comment from Commander Wagner. Turning her head to face the now sitting commander, Lindsay would say to her. "Yeah? You should see the beach when either Celebrating a holiday or everyone has the need to surf. This bitch get's packed pretty well. It's what I hope for...for Civilization to go back to normal. For everyone not to worry about the undead or when will the fuel run out. Want to get everything back on track to what it use to be like in the good old days. But I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who wants to have such things happen in this crazy world we live in now a days."
Hearing another set of boots walking over towards them, Lindsay turned her to see another Russian coming up to them and it was the Female officer. Upon arriving, she introduced herself with an apology for not coming over herself to meet everyone. Lindsay shook her head a bit and said to her. "No worries Captain Chernova. No need to apologize, we all get that way upon meeting new people or being in a different land. I'm Corporal Lindsay Blackthorn, a pleasure to meet you and you're Russian Brethren. Welcome to Oahu's Fort Shafter."
Kseniya nodded her thanks to the American Corporal, "It's nice to be somewhere where you can relax without having to worry about getting shot at or bitten. Sochi would be nice this time of year too, but it's a little too crowded off late I hear." She was of course, making a joke about how they'd failed to defend Sochi, and it was now quite all overrun by the dead and by separatist elements. "But Hawaii is nice, I might had made a trip earlier if they gave us much vacation time." A smile then formed on her features, "And if I had known that we were going to be having five star accommodations, I'd have brought my swim wear."
"Ah, I knew we left something behind," said Lyokha, joining in on the conversation. "The diving wet suits are still on the ship." He let out a put on sigh, "Oh well, what can you do." Kseniya gave him a look, and then shook her head. "When in doubt, blame Ruslan. I told him to make sure we had everything we needed."
Kseniya turned to Commander Wagner and gave her a slightly apologetic look, "I hope you don't mind this sort of thing. It happens a lot." She then paused before adding, "Just thought I'd give a you 'heads up' about it before we worked together."
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Apr 12, 2017 22:19:09 GMT -5
Kseniya nodded her thanks to the American Corporal, "It's nice to be somewhere where you can relax without having to worry about getting shot at or bitten. Sochi would be nice this time of year too, but it's a little too crowded off late I hear." She was of course, making a joke about how they'd failed to defend Sochi, and it was now quite all overrun by the dead and by separatist elements. Commander Wagner heard the Russian officer say, catching the humor in how packed the Black Sea city was by now and made her think of other great coastal cities around the world.
"There must be a bunch of places like that, Captain," Wagner said, leaning back as she sat on the beach, the sun soaking into her like water into a sponge, "Liverpool, Dublin, Savannah, Singapore....so many places lost to the undead and the brigands," pausing to look out towards the ocean. "I especially miss Singapore; before I assumed command of HMS Liverpool I was already stationed there as part of Her Majesty's Operations Staff at HMNB Stamford....whenever I had a free moment or two, I used to visit the Botanic Gardens all the time with a couple fellow officers from the base..." letting her voice trail as memories of some old friends from Stamford came through her mind like a rocket. "I can still see the palms gently swaying whenever a breeze blew by, the beauty of the gardens; maybe someday I'll get to go back and see it."
Before she could continue, she heard Captain Kseniya comment about how their respective sides had been fortunate enough not to shoot each other out of the water earlier; shaking her head in humorous disbelief, she replied, "Captain, to be honest, neither Lynx had anything aboard other than sonobuoys...and we haven't made it this far by being stupid either," adding, "and it'll be a pleasure working with you and your people, Captain," offering the Russian officer a handshake as she continued to sit on the Oahu beach.
Kseniya extended her hand out and shook the British Commander's, "Likewise. Briefing packets are the closest we've come to seeing how the Royal Navy operates." Of course, those briefing packets were more focused on countering the Royal Marines rather than the Royal Navy itself. She then added, "Of course, I don't actually know very much about what transpired between your helicopters and our submarines. Our Navy isn't in the habit of briefing attached Army units, even if they're semi-attached to GRU, about what they don't see as relevant to us doing our job. I think it is more for preserving the pride of the submarine commander."
Kseniya had a vague idea, but what she said was true. She wasn't briefed, and she didn't ask either. Especially since they were busy giving their report of what they'd seen and what they knew about the Americans capability in the area. In any case, she thought that the joke might serve to break the ice a little more, which was only good. After all, she didn't particularly care for the pride of either submarine commander. Safety, yes. Pride, absolutely not. A smile formed on her face as she added, in light of the Commander's comment the various coastal cities that would be a good place to visit at this time in the year, "Perhaps one day we'll liberate all these places, and then take a long break visiting them all."
"Join the Spetsnaz, you meet new people and visit exotic locations!" said Lyokha, putting on his best attempt at imitating a travel advertisement voice over. His accent however meant it wasn't as good as it could have been, but had it been in Russian he'd have certainly got it spot on.
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on Apr 19, 2017 11:59:54 GMT -5
Laying there on the sand and taking in the sun's rays, Lindsay listened to everyone talking to each other. Smiling at the sight of friendship's being formed, she would lay her head back down looking up at the blue skies above and slowly closed her eyes from relaxation. Rest was starting to weigh her down as she started to drift asleep. The veil's of darkness that had followed her began to shred away as blurry colors began to take form of images of the Hydroplant she was at a couple of days earlier.
Looking around, she saw that she was alone. Trying her radio, there was nothing but static. A loud crack of thunder over head of her had caused her to jump and look up at the sky as it was dark with storm clouds. Splashes of Rain drops hit her in the face and eventually, was down pouring around her. It caused her to run for the plant to get under dry cover. Slamming her body onto the two steel doors, they opened from the force that she rammed into them. Stumbling a bit inside, she put a hand out and touched the wall before her so she didn't ram her head onto it. Gaining her balance, she stood up straight and looked back outside. The wind had picked up and was looking like either a Tropical storm or a Hurricane was hitting the islands. Her eyes caught what looked to be movement in the brush on either side of the road she was standing at. Looking more carefully, she saw it was the dead making they're way to the hydroplant.
Fear began to engulf her as she saw just how big of a scale it was. Slamming the doors closed, she slid the bar across to keep the dead out, or at least buy herself some time. Moving away by backing up, her back hit the wall she stopped herself with. Turning her head, she realized that she was now in total darkness. Lifting her Colt M4 Carbine rifle, she turned on the flashlight and began to walk through the building. She could hear the plant's turbines working hard with the water that was rushing inside through the pipes. Walking now with caution, she began to also hear what sounded like whispers and slight movement that was covered in the darkness. Every time she turned the gun to face the flashlight in the direction, there was nothing there just emptiness. "Okay Lindsay, calm down. You're imagining things. Need to turn on the lights so I can see around the plant and the fuse panel is in the back of building."
With a plan, she hurried through the corridors and across catwalks over the Generators that was producing the needed power for Fort Shafter and the Airfield base. At a near Running pace, she rushed through the plant with an urgent hurry in her mind. As if something was watching and creeping up on her. Sense of Danger was always on her mind now as she hurried to a fenced in and locked area where the Fuse Panels and Control area was. Raising the gun, she fire two shots and the lock fell off. Going inside, she went to the fuse panel and opened it. Flipping the switches for the lights for the whole plant, she heard the lights coming to life. Letting out a slight breath of relief, she closed the panel and turned around and saw a rather horrifying sight before her. Every person she has ever met, saved, or tried to save was standing before her as one of the dead. The one who was closest was the female who shot herself in the head along with the two male soldiers she was with. Backing away from them as they all snarled, growled and snapped at her in a choir of the Damned.
Raising her rifle, she began to open fire on all of them. But her bullets didn't seem to have any effect on any of them as they marched closer and closer to her. She was trapped inside of the control room. A prison of sorts, a cage of wire fencing and steel walls. Only thing the bullets did was slow them down, and even then wasn't enough. Being backed into a corner, Lindsay tried to fight them off as long as she could as she began to panic. The female soldier lunged at Corporal Blackthorn and bit down on Lindsay's throat which caused Lindsay to wake up from this nightmare.
While it felt like eternity in that nightmare, she was only asleep for about five minutes. She wasn't moving while she slept. The only thing that did happen was she started to sweat. Sitting up quickly and taking in a deep breath. Her eyes darted from side to side and saw everyone was still there. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she quickly gotten to her feet and said quickly to everyone. "Excuse me, I need to go get a shower." Turning around, she ran across the beach towards her house as tears began to swell up and roll down her cheeks. Jumping over the fencing, she ran across the short backyard and ran up the small stairs that lead up to the back door. Going through it and closing the door behind her, Lindsay began to pant as that same feeling of panic and fear was still over her like a warm blanket. Walking a bit shakingly, she went towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and went into the living room.
Sitting down on the black leather couch, she opened the bottle and downed half of the water down her throat. Slamming the bottle down onto the coffee table, she gasped for air after drinking so much. Rubbing her neck, she could still feel where the woman had bitten her throat and ripped out the chunk. It all felt to real. Sliding her hands from her neck to covering her face, Lindsay began to cry to herself as she was starting to crack under the mental pressure and the weight of guilt that held her down most nights. Lin Lin felt alone and vulnerable.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Apr 19, 2017 13:07:51 GMT -5
Smiling as both her and Captain Kseniya shook hands, Commander Wagner listened as the Russian continued on, ending with her view that someday they'd get to visit all the coastal cities that Wagner had mentioned earlier; as she nodded her agreement over what the captain had just said, Commander Wagner added, "As long as the liver birds are still on top of the Royal Building in Liverpool, then I'll know...."
Her voice trailed off as she watched Corporal Blackthorn suddenly get up and excuse me, mumbling something about excusing herself and marched off, seemingly running away from the beach like someone had shot her with a taser.....watching her leave and disappear off in the distance, Wagner thought to herself, there goes a tortured soul, before turning around and looking back out at the beach, figuring the American had something she needed to deal with or something the other and that she'd be back in a little while.
Eventually, though, after what seemed like forever, curiosity got the better of Commander Wagner and she got up from where she was sitting on the beach; looking over at the others, she said in her politest voice, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to walk around a little bit, try to limber myself back up a bit. Cheers," she said, nodding at the others before she began walking in the general direction that she believed Corporal Blackthorn had taken earlier. Finding her way around, she soon found herself outside of the corporal's residence; as she walked up to the front door, she thought she could hear someone crying and raised an eyebrow at the sound, wondering what could be be-deviling her...after some time to gather her thoughts, Commander Wagner quietly knocked on the front door, hoping not to startle Corporal Blackthorn too much.
After knocking on the front door for a little bit and getting no answer, concern began to grow in the commander's mind as to what could be wrong with Corporal Blackthorn, so she made her way around to the back of the house and walked up to the back door. For a moment she thought about knocking on the door as she had earlier but then remembered the corporal's reminder about leaving the back door of the house unlocked and simply reached for the door handle. Opening the door slightly, she leaned forward and said, "Everything okay, Corporal?" hoping not to disturb her too much but also hoping to find out what was wrong.
As Kseniya was thinking about how to respond to what the British Commander had said, the sight of the Corporal getting up and walking off after excusing herself quite so suddenly snapped her out of her thoughts, catching her quite by surprise. As she was composing herself to actually respond, the British Commander got up, citing need to take a walk. Kseniya smiled politely and nodded, "It was nice talking to you."
Once she was out of earshot however, Lyokha spoke up, "Что с ней случилось? (What happened to her)?"
"Кто? Командующий Вагнер или капрал Блэкторн (Who? Commander Wagner or Corporal Blackthorn)?" asked Kseniya, frowning as she wasn't entirely sure just who he was referring to.
"Капрал. Командир был только приличный, проверяя ее (The Corporal. Commander was only being decent in checking on her)," replied Lyokha, watching as the Commander continued off down the beach away from them.
"Не спрашивай. Я нахожу, что так лучше. Это тоже не наше дело. Давай, нам лучше вернуться к работе (Don't ask. I find it's better that way. It's also none of our business. Come on, we'd better get back to work)," said Kseniya, seeing as they'd spent enough time lazing on the beach as it is. Lyokha nodded as the two of them rejoined their unit and on Kseniya's cue they began packing their equipment.
Last Edit: Apr 19, 2017 19:00:33 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on Apr 20, 2017 11:22:59 GMT -5
Tears just streamed out of her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and ending on her palms as she sobbed to herself. Her whole body was starting to shake. It first started with her hands and then worked it's way to her whole body. But when a sudden set of knocks was heard on the front door, it caused Lindsay to jump a bit. Moving her hands away from her face, she was about to get up to see who it was when she heard the person getting off the front porch. A sigh escaped her as she lowered herself a bit back into the couch until she heard someone speaking out through the door. Thinking a bit, she heard the British accent of Commander Wagner. Wiping the tears off of her face, she tried to make herself look a bit more presentable.
Standing up straight, she walked over to the kitchen and opened the door fully as she moved out of the way. "C-commander Wagner. I wasn't expecting you Ma'am. Please, come in and make yourself at home. Want some coffee or Tea?" Walking over towards the sink, she leaned up a bit on her toes and reached into the one cupboard and pulled out a couple of boxes of tea. One was Earl Grey and the other was Mint Tea. Setting them both down, she would pull the coffee pot out and filled it with water. Opening up the coffee maker, she poured the water into it and took out the dark heavy duty plastic cup that held the grounds and dumped it into the trash can. Turning on the water again, she rinsed off the cup of any loose grounds of coffee down the sink and set it back into the coffee maker. "S-so what brings you to my home?" Lindsay would then turn to face the Commander as she leaned her rear against the counter and crossed her arms around her waist.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Apr 20, 2017 14:01:45 GMT -5
Standing outside the back of Corporal Blackthorn's residence, Commander Wagner almost considered turning around and walking away, figuring the American needed some place, some time alone...it almost felt unnatural for her to be disturbing Lindsay's thoughts at a time like this, she felt. Before she could turn and walk away, the back door opened suddenly the rest of the way and Corporal Blackthorn stood there in the doorway, looking rather disheveled, as if she'd been crying profusely over something - what it was, Wagner didn't know - but she looked like she needed someone to comfort her or something.... Standing up straight, she walked over to the kitchen and opened the door fully as she moved out of the way. "C-commander Wagner. I wasn't expecting you Ma'am. Please, come in and make yourself at home. Want some coffee or Tea?"
"Yeah, that'd....that'd be great; thanks," Commander Wagner replied, stepping inside and following Corporal Blackthorn into the kitchen; as she sat down at what looked like a well-hewn kitchen table, she watched as Lindsay grabbed a couple of boxes of English tea - Earl Grey and Mint Tea, Wagner noted - and set them down on the table in front of her before focusing her attention to making what appeared to be a pot of coffee. Watching her as she worked, Commander Wagner couldn't help but focus her attention on Corporal Blackthorn - not the soldier but the woman: the way she moved around, the way she looked - everything that made a person who they were.
It startled Wagner enough for her to look away for some time, trying - and failing - to banish those thoughts from her mind, which didn't surprise her in the least. Although Mackenzie Wagner had long felt an attraction to women, the combination of her naval service (and the demands imposed on her there) plus her own upbringing had conspired to keep her from being honest about herself; she'd had a few relationships on the side but it'd been, by her memory, over four and in a half years since she'd been in any sort of relationship and the time had grated on her, like a Damocletian sword hanging over her....and as she sat there at that kitchen table, she knew she was going to have to make up her mind--
"S-so what brings you to my home?" Lindsay would then turn to face the Commander as she leaned her rear against the counter and crossed her arms around her waist.
Startled briefly by Lindsay's voice - and by her overall appearance, the tears and grief notwithstanding, Wagner thought - it took a lot of effort for her to look over at her and say, "I just, uh...I just wanted to see how you were doing and...," her voice trailing off as she fought a battle inside her - on one side, she wanted to get up and just run from the house, head back to ship and stay there; on the other side, she wanted to walk over to her and....
Without finishing her words, Mackenzie got up, walked straight over to Lindsay, cupped her face in her hands and kissed her right on the lips, letting them linger for a couple seconds....as she leaned back, a momentary wave of embarrassment washed over Commander Wagner, a sort of What did I just do there? kind of reaction. Standing there in the kitchen with Corporal Blackthorn, she blushed a heavy shade of pink, raised her hand up to her face and said quietly, "I can't believe I just did that..." shocked at what she had done and wondering if she shouldn't just turn and run away right then and there.....
Post by Captain Oliver Davidson on Apr 24, 2017 10:33:45 GMT -5
Blowing the cigar smoke out from his mouth, Captain Oliver Davidson was walking along the streets of the Stronghold Fort Shafter. He was listening to a few of his staff members of Port Royal as they were giving him an update on refueling and resupplying of needed things such as ammo and food. Checking off and giving his approval of everything that was needed. "Ok, Major Thompson. Make sure that the vessel is ship shape and let the men and women know that they have the rest of the day for relaxation. For tomorrow, we have some islands to take back.", "Yes, sir!" The Major and the escort of soldiers went rushing back towards the transport to head back to the USS Port Royal, Missile Guided Cruiser. He was now alone to his own devices. Pulling the cigar from his mouth, he took in the gentle breeze that swept through from across the ocean. The smell of the salty Ocean was relaxing to his nerves. Taking off his hat, he pulled out a rag from his pocket and wiped away some sweat that had formed on his skin.
Placing the hat back on, he took his sunglasses -Aviators- from his breast pocket and put them on. Every now and then, he would nod his head and tip his hat a bit whenever someone walked past him. With the sun up in the sky, it was a nice day for one to calm down and get some time off of the mighty warship of the US Navy. Looking around, he saw a good deal of people were hard at work doing they're jobs such as checking the power lines, crops, the life stock and vehicles. Thinking to himself an idea came to him. Grabbing his radio from his belt, he raised it up and spoke into it. "Major Thompson. Have our cooks grab some supplies for a massive B.B.Q. We are going to throw a cook out party for everyone in Fort Shafter and our new guests." over the radio, he heard the response. "10-4 Skipper. The order will be given as soon as possible." Clipping the radio back onto his belt, he began to head for the beach. There was barely anyone on the sandy surface. His blue eyes looked across the calm ocean before him. Across the beach was some burn pits and grills for such a thing to happen since it did happen every now and then.
After a while of him standing there, some of his crew came walking over towards him with different types of meat such as steaks, hamburgers, sausages and even make shift hotdogs. Others were carrying burnable wood that wouldn't produce toxic smoke. Nodding his head, he faced towards them as they began to prepare the area for such a feast. "Ok everyone. We are going to relax, but we are also going to have this cook out for everyone to enjoy. I want a few to get fold able chairs, plates, tables and whatever else we are going to be needing for this. Let's get to work everyone." The men and women scattered to follow the orders given to them. Those that carried the wood began to separate and began to fill up the grills of the wood and kindling. Following one group of Sailors, he took out his zippo once it was ready to light up. Flicking the steel wheel, the lighter came to life. Lowering it down, he lit up the kindling and it slowly caught fire. Closing the lighter and tucking it into his pocket, he watched the fire grow inside the steel grill. Adding more and more wood to it, the fire only rose higher and higher. In short due time, his crew came back with the different items that was requested and began to unfold the tables and chairs, setting them up everywhere across the beach and near the grills.Stacks of plates were set up on the tables as the burgers and other meats were then placed on the grills.
Grabbing a spatula, Captain Davidson was going to be grilling on the one he lit up. Setting the grates down inside of the grill, he began to set the burgers down onto the steel rack and heard the meat begin to sizzle. It was a great feeling to be able to give back to the people that counted on him to protect them from possible hostile threats, for those that help supply his ship with needed gear and supplies. A smile was on his face as he flipped each of the paddies. Different Scents of meat filled the air as people began to come towards the beach as to what was going on. Once they saw and heard what was going on, some people had keyed in with playing some music while others played on the sands of the beach. It was going to be a great day.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Apr 28, 2017 22:51:00 GMT -5
"Say whatever you want about the Americans, but they sure now how to throw a party," Colour Sergeant Shankly said as Mackenzie's selected officers gathered around near the beach, the waves lapping along the shore. "By the way," he added, pausing to turn and look around, "where is our esteemed commander, everyone?"
"I don't know," Major Gerrard said, pausing himself to bite into a large hamburger. "Last time I saw her, she was walking around - and no, I didn't see where she went either; just in that direction...thattaway," he said. Taking another bite of hamburger, Gerrard added, "you couldn't have this back in Britain; too much mad cow," causing both CSgt. Shankly and Lt.Cmdr. Fowler to cough a few times as if to say "what the hell was that again?!"
Meanwhile, as the three of them continued their own little conversation, the Liverpool's two Lynx flight commanders, Lt. Curtis and Lt. Sumner, were having their own conversations with a group of American and Russian pilots. "Now there's two completely opposite men there," one of the three remarked casually, to which Lt.Cmdr. Fowler replied, "which is part of what makes the Royal Navy what it is....or any military for that matter," pausing again to look around. Stopping someone walking by, he asked, "Hey, have you seen Mackenzie anywhere....Commander Wagner?"
"Uhhh....check with the base commander; she should know?" the American sailor replied, to which Fowler added, "and that would be...."
"Corporal Blackthorn; she would know, sir," the sailor added in turn. After thanking the sailor for the info, Fowler said to the others, "I'm going to go check on the commander, see how she's doing...if you'll excuse me gentlemen."
With their Ratnik II plate carrier rigs in their left hands and their weapons hanging from slings in their right hands as they walked down the beach, planning to turn off toward the quarters that had been assigned to them when the aroma of meat cooking on a grill wafted their way. Lyokha sniffed the air for a moment and then said, " Ай Блин! Что за запах (Ay Blin (family friendly version of Ay Blyat), what's that smell)?" Kseniya had to admit, it smelled good and it was coming not far from where they were. The smell of burning wood was also in the air. Clearly someone was grilling meat, question was who?
" Пахнет шасликом и котлеткой, как приготовление бабушки (Smells like shaslik and cutlet, like grandmother's cooking)," said Maxim, his large VKS sniper rifle swinging slightly in the evening breeze, but a very innocent look on the young Spetsnaz marksman's face as he remembered when times were more peaceful. To Kseniya however, these men and women were her family, seeing as her parents were long gone and she didn't really have a good relationship with her aunt and uncle who raised her. Especially given her decision to join the army.
"Бабушки здесь нет, и я чувствую запах вареной колбасы. Американцы должны готовить что-нибудь (Grandmother isn't here, and I smell cooked sausage. Americans must be cooking something)," said Asimov, then pointing out the grills in the near distance.
The others looked at Kseniya, waiting for her verdict with Lyokha finally asking, " Каковы ваши приказания, мэм (What are your orders, ma'am)?" While technically they were supposed to head back and get their NV goggles and start their patrol, no one would mind seeing as everyone was taking things easy.
A smile formed on her face and she said, "Чего же ты ждешь (What are you waiting for)?" With that, the Spetsnaz GRU team made their way over to the festivities to see what it was all about.
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on May 5, 2017 10:29:23 GMT -5
Laying there, Lindsay and Mackenzie were relaxing after the love making they had done for almost an hour or two. Time seems to fly or slow down depending on what one is doing after all. Slowly opening her eyes, Lindsay sniffed the air. She picked up on the scent of smoke and cooking meat. Stretching her arms and legs a bit, she slid out of her bed and walked over towards her window and looked out it to see that the Crew of the Port Royal -with Captain Davidson behind a grill- throwing a party on the beach. Smiling weakly, she watched as people were playing with footballs, Frisbee's, and soccer balls on the beach while people were having fun int he ocean. The British and the Russians were at that point enjoying themselves as well. There was people enjoying hamburgers, sausages, and other foods that were being prepped on the grills. Shaking her head, she walked over towards the shower down the hall a bit and stepped into the shower to freshen up.
-A few minutes later-
Walking back into her bedroom, she saw Mackenzie still laying there. Thoughts of what they just had done lingered on her mind, -and tongue for that matter!-, Lindsay walked over to her dresser and pulled out some clean undergarments. Putting on black bikini, she then took out a long piece of fabric. Tying it around her waist, her right leg was still exposed while her left leg was covered all the way down to her knee. It was a make shift skirt of sorts as she prepared herself to go out into the public, even with all the Bite marks on her in their full glory. Turning to face Mackenzie, Lindsay walked over to the bed and crawled onto it so that she was now hovering over the British commander. Kissing her bare shoulders, she whispered. "Come on dear, we have a party to go to."
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on May 6, 2017 12:22:03 GMT -5
Walking back into her bedroom, she saw Mackenzie still laying there. Thoughts of what they just had done lingered on her mind, -and tongue for that matter!-, Lindsay walked over to her dresser and pulled out some clean undergarments. Putting on black bikini, she then took out a long piece of fabric. Tying it around her waist, her right leg was still exposed while her left leg was covered all the way down to her knee. It was a make shift skirt of sorts as she prepared herself to go out into the public, even with all the Bite marks on her in their full glory. Turning to face Mackenzie, Lindsay walked over to the bed and crawled onto it so that she was now hovering over the British commander. Kissing her bare shoulders, she whispered. "Come on dear, we have a party to go to."
Sighing long and contentedly, Mackenzie slowly woke up, stirring in Lindsay's--no, our bed, she thought - bed, smiling as she saw what Lindsay was dressed in - and realizing that she was still way underdressed for the party. Taking in a deep, deep breath, she could smell the wood smoke and distinct culinary scents wafting into the bedroom through a nearby open window and knew she'd need to make an appearance at some point 'lest the boys from the ship were to come looking for her. "Ahhhh," Mackenzie said as she climbed out of bed and stretched a moment, revealing herself in all her naked glory, "it does sound and smell like its' going well," walking over to Lindsay and wrapping her arms around the American corporal, "seems like we had a party of our own just a little while ago." Pausing as she stood there, she drew in a deep breath and added, "God, you smell so gorgeous, Lindsay...give me a few minutes to shower and dress and we'll head right out, okay, babe?"
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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