[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Moving in [Javelin/Open]
Jul 4, 2018 5:57:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2018 5:57:18 GMT -5
Week 1
Day 5
Three whole days.
Three whole days of nothing and silence.
Quite the return to past days as a military grunt. Waiting for the mission or the next call to arms. Or as they alway put: “Hurry up to wait.” Called in for a morning patrol, 0600 sharp, only to wake at 0530, dress, stuff food down your face hole, get to the meeting point at 0600, and wait two hours before C.O. actually decided to show his shiny ass up.
Odessa let out a silenced grunt. Sitting on one of the many boxes brought over from his junkyard. Over the past two days, Dess had be feverently and excitedly preparing to move a large portion of his work from the dust strangled sun blasted lands of South Louisiana to the cozy confines of a dank concrete warehouse. Not that he’s complaining. Have you ever been in the military? People having to sleep under tanks and stuff. I digress.
Odessa was told that he’d have the company of one of the bots to help him in this endeavor. Not that he needed much. He didn’t have too much left and that alot of what he wanted to transfer here today was already packed and loaded onto the back of a large flatbed truck. Odessa had many plans on how to help the Bots. One of them being a large truck with gross towing capability capable of pulling around wounded bots that needed out of the action. Getting ahead of himself. He mentally started going over what was needed for his trip back to the base. Most notably a change of clothes and some Ramen.
Still mulling over the moments awaiting for the one who was to help him in this endeavor.
Geez, couldn't they hurry up? No, Calm down Dessy. Remember to have patience, this isn't something you aren’t already used to.
Day 5
Three whole days.
Three whole days of nothing and silence.
Quite the return to past days as a military grunt. Waiting for the mission or the next call to arms. Or as they alway put: “Hurry up to wait.” Called in for a morning patrol, 0600 sharp, only to wake at 0530, dress, stuff food down your face hole, get to the meeting point at 0600, and wait two hours before C.O. actually decided to show his shiny ass up.
Odessa let out a silenced grunt. Sitting on one of the many boxes brought over from his junkyard. Over the past two days, Dess had be feverently and excitedly preparing to move a large portion of his work from the dust strangled sun blasted lands of South Louisiana to the cozy confines of a dank concrete warehouse. Not that he’s complaining. Have you ever been in the military? People having to sleep under tanks and stuff. I digress.
Odessa was told that he’d have the company of one of the bots to help him in this endeavor. Not that he needed much. He didn’t have too much left and that alot of what he wanted to transfer here today was already packed and loaded onto the back of a large flatbed truck. Odessa had many plans on how to help the Bots. One of them being a large truck with gross towing capability capable of pulling around wounded bots that needed out of the action. Getting ahead of himself. He mentally started going over what was needed for his trip back to the base. Most notably a change of clothes and some Ramen.
Still mulling over the moments awaiting for the one who was to help him in this endeavor.
Geez, couldn't they hurry up? No, Calm down Dessy. Remember to have patience, this isn't something you aren’t already used to.