Well, isn't THIS a fine mess you've gotten yerself into, eh Syanna?
If it ain't one thing it's another. You'd think the Lojtnant would've liked me keeping the boys entertained. Help with morale, that sort of thing. But no. Gambling and booze is too disruptive for his little soldiers. Bah.
Back down the ranks I go. Again.
Then this 'expeditionary force' opened up. I know better than to volunteer, but with the Lojnant busting my chops, what's a girl to do? If I'd'a stayed, I'd never see stripes again. He's got a mean streak, that one.
Oh well. Can't be too bad, right? Backward little piss-ant place, full of corruption and waste. Least the Lojtnant's got that going for him, I guess. May be a prick, but he's an honest one, more's the pity.
Hey, it's lookin' better already. Coffee, donuts, and cookies right there next to the roster. And the good old mark-one bunk. I'll need to find some extra pillows, for sure.
Oops. This must be the guy in charge -- a General, wow. Best foot forward, Syanna-me-girl.
"Syanna the Sniper reporting for duty, sir. Just tell me who to take out, yeah?"
Mm. I can smell the coffee. Wonder if the General likes his with some extra kick? Five to one says I could line up a supplier by this time tomorrow...
(Syanna's a assault rifle/traps corruptor, very fond of things that go bang, and harbors the conviction that it is her duty to provide the little things for her fellow soldiers that the regs don't allow... at a slight markup, of course. Fair's fair, yeah? Funny, her superiors don't always seem to agree....
She's locked, loaded, and ready to rock on Triumph. For profi-- I mean, for Yujutha!)
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
If it ain't one thing it's another. You'd think the Lojtnant would've liked me keeping the boys entertained. Help with morale, that sort of thing. But no. Gambling and booze is too disruptive for his little soldiers. Bah.
Back down the ranks I go. Again.
Then this 'expeditionary force' opened up. I know better than to volunteer, but with the Lojnant busting my chops, what's a girl to do? If I'd'a stayed, I'd never see stripes again. He's got a mean streak, that one.
Oh well. Can't be too bad, right? Backward little piss-ant place, full of corruption and waste. Least the Lojtnant's got that going for him, I guess. May be a prick, but he's an honest one, more's the pity.
Hey, it's lookin' better already. Coffee, donuts, and cookies right there next to the roster. And the good old mark-one bunk. I'll need to find some extra pillows, for sure.
Oops. This must be the guy in charge -- a General, wow. Best foot forward, Syanna-me-girl.
"Syanna the Sniper reporting for duty, sir. Just tell me who to take out, yeah?"
Mm. I can smell the coffee. Wonder if the General likes his with some extra kick? Five to one says I could line up a supplier by this time tomorrow...
(Syanna's a assault rifle/traps corruptor, very fond of things that go bang, and harbors the conviction that it is her duty to provide the little things for her fellow soldiers that the regs don't allow... at a slight markup, of course. Fair's fair, yeah? Funny, her superiors don't always seem to agree....
She's locked, loaded, and ready to rock on Triumph. For profi-- I mean, for Yujutha!)
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs