Bura- Wilds
the Burian cooks were had at it. makign food for those who would be goign into battle..the gaily decorated Tents, made it look, to an observer as if there was some kind of event going on.
Most of the Piltos when straight to the Aircraft, checking it out..opening the outside door of the small cargo Box, to put in their weapon and survival sack.
once sercure, Shadow sat in the cockpit, wiggled the seat about for a bit, then Hopped out.. He pointed to one of the armorers....what's the load out on the 37MM Belts?
..Sir?.. in this order.. Tracer..AP and HP.... he frowns . lookign nat all the aricraft.....you have about an Hout and 30 minutes.. to change that to HP AP HP..we don't need tracers...
..But..Sir?
..NOW!... put one crewman on each Belt.. you only have to switch out 1/3 of the rounds!..go! the fellow ran calling for other crewmen.. a Burian CAptain in an Orange came running UIp to Shadow as he started to walk across the tarmac to the food tents..
who the 9 hells do you think you are!...You can't...
Shadow held up a hand.....Look, Captain?... we need the HP more then tracers... if any of my people need the tracers, I'll send them back to Fuji for training.. Now? CAptain? this is Game day.. I have my Game face on.. don't fuck with me..and make sure My pilots have the load outs I ordered!
Rivets was talking to a Burian Colonel.. they Both turned to Shadow as he neared the food tents.....You there!..what is the Menaing of this!
Rivets shook his head,..shoulda talked nice to the LAd...
..Look? Colonel..I have been doing this for a while.. i have done this on your gods be damned planet.. don't test me on this..
The Colonel looked at Shadow,..I out rank you ..SIR!
NO..SIR!.... you DON"T...SIR!..I Am Kray fuckin' Shadow of the 351 ESN Hermes!..I am the WC of the Delta Fleet....SIR!.... NOW... i..i'm just a wee bit testy, with people trying to tell me how me and mine will do thier jobs..SIR!.... IF... yuou think you can do this Better... Pick out one of these gods be damned Fighters.. strap yuourself in and lead is to Gods be damned Victory....SIR!
some 20 people stopped an stared.... the Colonel's mouth wanted to say something, but it didn't come out.... General Bale camp over with a Plate of green Bacon and green eggs....
Colonel... yuour peopel had thier chance at the Valley.... let our people do thier jobs?...
The Colonel stepped back... Carry on..LC....
Shadow saluted did a crisp turn and walked away muttering curses
..now.. ye get yerself a hand ful of pilots like him, an' you won't need the ESN here...
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Flores and Kat shook thier heads. Kat said, with a mouthful of steak,..he did not punch him... why did he not do this?
Flores dabbed her 'toast' in the greenish yellow of the eggs,..he's not mad at the Guy... he's mad they don't know..and they think they do?..they'll see . after today....
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larry stood by Roy..looking longingly , at every plate that came by with a steak or bacon
Shade had his greasegun on his shoulder , while sitting on the tarmac eating looking around between bites.
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Nina was feeding Gorgo, who had a tiny helmet on his head that made him look like a dragon...
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Beth and Orria had some breakfast Sandwiches, as Beth directed the 2 people who came down, and the dozen or so Burians. on how to set up the CP... the CP was inside the Hanger so enemy eyes couldn't see it. it was growing with screens.. soem were on, some weren't..beth would point to something and get orria to plug it in..other times she did it herself as she called Orria to watch.
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in the back of the hanger were 9 dead bodies..2 were Burian, the rest ,Mercs or Larrgans..peopel catch trying to spy on the filed during the night... 4 Omincoms sat stacked up as prizes from then dead spies.