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>3 SUCCESS: When you do finally speak up, from your relaxed lounge against a crate in the corner of the tent, your fellow NCOs have no earthly idea how long you’ve just been chilling there. And that scares the scud out of them.
>55 DOUBLE PASS: Sergeant admiration.
Never one to pass up having a sticky-beak, especially when you’re the subject at hand, you decline to announce your entry in the pedestrian manner. Getting into the command tent through less orthodox means is child’s play, you were crawling through boroughs and scraping along crevices long before you were the meanest predator around. You’ve snuck into tighter caves and emerged both uneaten and with a Carnotuar egg or somesuch to boot, this is nothing. So it’s not long before you’re perched above your two fellow Sergeant’s, legs dangling just above eyeshot as they spill the tea.
“We are blessed to have her here with us.” Heavenly intones, he too is lounging back watching Casket pace back and forth. “You and I have both heard the stories of her homeworld. I imagine that this oppressive rainforest is precisely her element.”
“You think jungle-fighting is hard? Try it in the void, see how long Little-Miss-Muscles lasts on those boarding actions.”
“I was there with you, remember? Retaking the Whale of Atlanta was no picnic.” You can’t tell if Heavenly is taking your side because he actually likes you, or if he just enjoys winding Casket up. You suspect it’s the latter. “Snake Eyes may not follow the Good Word, but she did well enough on our last holy mission at the research station. But for her, we would likely not have been paid for our troubles there.”
“Yeah well, we had gravity the whole time anyway. It’s not the same.” Casket sniffs, ever the recalcitrant when praise was on offer. “The rebs sure like her.”
“Victory after victory will tend do that, for those that need evidence rather than faith.” You can’t see Heavenly face from this angle, but you hear the frown in his voice. “You have a point though. Their heathen xeno leader, Breaker, heeds her word more than our own anointed Lieutenant.”
“That I don’t mind, we can use that. And we know the girl has that cutthroat streak when the LT asks.”
“I have seen some of the rebels carving effigies of her, or some other snake totem. Sacrilege.” Heavenly chuckles at the casual blasphemy as he leans back, his head mere centimetres from the bottom of your boot. “Is envy your issue with our resident Mama Snake?”
“Honestly? I’m just not used to no longer being the Krieger with the softest footfall in our platoon. I don’t like being snuck up on, and I’ve no idea how a slippery serpent of a woman that size keeps getting the drop on me.”
You reckon now is the optimal time to weigh in.
"You'd be surprised what the clucking of a bunch of hens can conceal.”
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>55 DOUBLE PASS: Sergeant admiration.
Never one to pass up having a sticky-beak, especially when you’re the subject at hand, you decline to announce your entry in the pedestrian manner. Getting into the command tent through less orthodox means is child’s play, you were crawling through boroughs and scraping along crevices long before you were the meanest predator around. You’ve snuck into tighter caves and emerged both uneaten and with a Carnotuar egg or somesuch to boot, this is nothing. So it’s not long before you’re perched above your two fellow Sergeant’s, legs dangling just above eyeshot as they spill the tea.
“We are blessed to have her here with us.” Heavenly intones, he too is lounging back watching Casket pace back and forth. “You and I have both heard the stories of her homeworld. I imagine that this oppressive rainforest is precisely her element.”
“You think jungle-fighting is hard? Try it in the void, see how long Little-Miss-Muscles lasts on those boarding actions.”
“I was there with you, remember? Retaking the Whale of Atlanta was no picnic.” You can’t tell if Heavenly is taking your side because he actually likes you, or if he just enjoys winding Casket up. You suspect it’s the latter. “Snake Eyes may not follow the Good Word, but she did well enough on our last holy mission at the research station. But for her, we would likely not have been paid for our troubles there.”
“Yeah well, we had gravity the whole time anyway. It’s not the same.” Casket sniffs, ever the recalcitrant when praise was on offer. “The rebs sure like her.”
“Victory after victory will tend do that, for those that need evidence rather than faith.” You can’t see Heavenly face from this angle, but you hear the frown in his voice. “You have a point though. Their heathen xeno leader, Breaker, heeds her word more than our own anointed Lieutenant.”
“That I don’t mind, we can use that. And we know the girl has that cutthroat streak when the LT asks.”
“I have seen some of the rebels carving effigies of her, or some other snake totem. Sacrilege.” Heavenly chuckles at the casual blasphemy as he leans back, his head mere centimetres from the bottom of your boot. “Is envy your issue with our resident Mama Snake?”
“Honestly? I’m just not used to no longer being the Krieger with the softest footfall in our platoon. I don’t like being snuck up on, and I’ve no idea how a slippery serpent of a woman that size keeps getting the drop on me.”
You reckon now is the optimal time to weigh in.
"You'd be surprised what the clucking of a bunch of hens can conceal.”
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