The Burnsian Desert
06-12-2004, 23:53
Twenty Minutes from Han's Military Base
Highfather Rail Company Rail Line #122109
Clack clack, clack clack, clack clack...
The soothing noise of the train had almost caused Hazim Nezam to fall asleep. He was an enlisted 19-year-old, just joined up with the 24th Airborne Division. He had a family back home: a mom and dad, two sisters, and a little brother. Thinking back, he remembered how proud his father had been as he clapped Hazim on the shoulder, right before he left for Highfather Army Base. God... Hazim thought, I can still remember the smile on his face...
Hazim's unit had been called up by the High Military Command to move to Han's Military Base, in the West. Hazim had never been to the West half of TBD before, in fact, he was from the Mountain region.
Hazim's thoughts were brought abruptly to a halt as the door to his and three other member of his units' compartment was slid open. In the doorframe stood his commanding officer, 2nd Leuitenant Utam Nargawi. "We're about twenty minutes from the station, boys. Get your uniforms on. I'll come back when we have five minutes left."
The men in the compartment silently nodded in acknowledgement. Turning around, Hazim took his fatigues and M25 Sniper Rifle out of his pack. He was ready, but for what he had no idea...
Han's Military Base
Pier 6
BSS Glory, Sacarrach-Class Megaboomer Nuclear Warfare Submarine
The BSS Glory had just docked. Her captain, Jarid Al-Kardim, was on the bridge.
"Check and clear the Tridents. When you're done with that, do the same to the mini-Ronas," said Al-Kardim, addressing a junior officer.
"Aye, Captain," responded the officer, turning back around to his station and punching in a few keys.
"Ensign Reign, are we in position?"
"Aye, sir, the Glory is docked. We are surfaced and the land crew is mooring her."
"Very good," he turned to the rest of the crew. "Does anyone know why we are here?"
Several heads shook, others contemplated. Finally, no one came up with an answer.
"Good. Loose lips sink ships."
OOC: DA, this is pretty much insurance for the conference. :) Try something, it might be a fun RP.
Highfather Rail Company Rail Line #122109
Clack clack, clack clack, clack clack...
The soothing noise of the train had almost caused Hazim Nezam to fall asleep. He was an enlisted 19-year-old, just joined up with the 24th Airborne Division. He had a family back home: a mom and dad, two sisters, and a little brother. Thinking back, he remembered how proud his father had been as he clapped Hazim on the shoulder, right before he left for Highfather Army Base. God... Hazim thought, I can still remember the smile on his face...
Hazim's unit had been called up by the High Military Command to move to Han's Military Base, in the West. Hazim had never been to the West half of TBD before, in fact, he was from the Mountain region.
Hazim's thoughts were brought abruptly to a halt as the door to his and three other member of his units' compartment was slid open. In the doorframe stood his commanding officer, 2nd Leuitenant Utam Nargawi. "We're about twenty minutes from the station, boys. Get your uniforms on. I'll come back when we have five minutes left."
The men in the compartment silently nodded in acknowledgement. Turning around, Hazim took his fatigues and M25 Sniper Rifle out of his pack. He was ready, but for what he had no idea...
Han's Military Base
Pier 6
BSS Glory, Sacarrach-Class Megaboomer Nuclear Warfare Submarine
The BSS Glory had just docked. Her captain, Jarid Al-Kardim, was on the bridge.
"Check and clear the Tridents. When you're done with that, do the same to the mini-Ronas," said Al-Kardim, addressing a junior officer.
"Aye, Captain," responded the officer, turning back around to his station and punching in a few keys.
"Ensign Reign, are we in position?"
"Aye, sir, the Glory is docked. We are surfaced and the land crew is mooring her."
"Very good," he turned to the rest of the crew. "Does anyone know why we are here?"
Several heads shook, others contemplated. Finally, no one came up with an answer.
"Good. Loose lips sink ships."
OOC: DA, this is pretty much insurance for the conference. :) Try something, it might be a fun RP.