Post by Ward, J. on Oct 19, 2014 0:09:39 GMT -6
((OOC: For those whom would like to participate, be sure to fill out the brief character sheet in the OOC thread for this Side RP.))
0200 Hours, May 14, 2547 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \
Marine Corps Recruit Depot Quezon, Eposz, Reach,
Epsilon Eridani System
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sound of boots clacking against the marble / concrete floor resonated down the passageway. Those occupying it stepped aside as three men in pristinely kept camouflage uniforms made their way towards the set of doors that led outside the building. Their black boots were polished so sharply that were they to glance down, they would clearly see their own reflections.
Set atop their domes were the rounded campaign covers of the Marine Corps Drill Instructor, the brims tilted down so that their eyes were half-obscured from view. At the center of the cover, on the top piece, was the golden eagle perched with its wings spread out and in the air; the insignia of the UNSCDF.
The DI on point was tall and remarkably well built. His arms were corded with muscle, which showed from underneath the crisply rolled sleeves of his uniform at his biceps. The bottom portion of a tattoo on his left arm showed from underneath the sleeve roll, and only seemed to add to his intimidating appearance. On his collar were the matte black metal pins of a Staff Sergeant; three chevrons on top and a single rocker on bottom with cross rifles in the center of it.
The name tape over his right breast pocket read "WOLF".
Staff Sergeant Wolf approached the door outside and did not break stride as the double doors opened upon registering his and his companions' approach. He stepped outside and immediately noticed that it was another dark, cloudy evening. The moons of Reach were shrouded by the cloud layer, which meant the only source of illumination were the street lights set across the road. Wolf paused and looked around for a moment, searching for headlights off in the distance. He spotted them near the main gate to the base, and instantly fell into routine.
"Drill instructors," he called to the two Marines behind him. "Post!"
The two ran to their posts in front of a large set of yellow footprints. The place where the recruits that they would be receiving would be standing in just a few moments. Wolf smirked and marched over to the edge of the sidewalk, practically standing on the curb, and stood ram-rod straight. He would wait patiently for the buses full of new recruits to arrive.
And then?
All Hell would break loose.
[OOC: For those of you interested in playing recruits, you'll be on the bus headed for the base. You'll have time for your characters to interact and socalize before the buses come to a halt outside the Receiving Building of the base. Have at it!))
0200 Hours, May 14, 2547 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \
Marine Corps Recruit Depot Quezon, Eposz, Reach,
Epsilon Eridani System
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sound of boots clacking against the marble / concrete floor resonated down the passageway. Those occupying it stepped aside as three men in pristinely kept camouflage uniforms made their way towards the set of doors that led outside the building. Their black boots were polished so sharply that were they to glance down, they would clearly see their own reflections.
Set atop their domes were the rounded campaign covers of the Marine Corps Drill Instructor, the brims tilted down so that their eyes were half-obscured from view. At the center of the cover, on the top piece, was the golden eagle perched with its wings spread out and in the air; the insignia of the UNSCDF.
The DI on point was tall and remarkably well built. His arms were corded with muscle, which showed from underneath the crisply rolled sleeves of his uniform at his biceps. The bottom portion of a tattoo on his left arm showed from underneath the sleeve roll, and only seemed to add to his intimidating appearance. On his collar were the matte black metal pins of a Staff Sergeant; three chevrons on top and a single rocker on bottom with cross rifles in the center of it.
The name tape over his right breast pocket read "WOLF".
Staff Sergeant Wolf approached the door outside and did not break stride as the double doors opened upon registering his and his companions' approach. He stepped outside and immediately noticed that it was another dark, cloudy evening. The moons of Reach were shrouded by the cloud layer, which meant the only source of illumination were the street lights set across the road. Wolf paused and looked around for a moment, searching for headlights off in the distance. He spotted them near the main gate to the base, and instantly fell into routine.
"Drill instructors," he called to the two Marines behind him. "Post!"
The two ran to their posts in front of a large set of yellow footprints. The place where the recruits that they would be receiving would be standing in just a few moments. Wolf smirked and marched over to the edge of the sidewalk, practically standing on the curb, and stood ram-rod straight. He would wait patiently for the buses full of new recruits to arrive.
And then?
All Hell would break loose.
[OOC: For those of you interested in playing recruits, you'll be on the bus headed for the base. You'll have time for your characters to interact and socalize before the buses come to a halt outside the Receiving Building of the base. Have at it!))
