OOC: Sorry for the delay. Lack of time and this post already has been gotten deleted once.
IC:
South of the Barracks
Pulling out his baton and strapped his bags to his shoulders in response to his Lietenant Colonel DJ Red's orders, Jaime H. (aka Aimer) was prepared for combat. Jaime was in the Omega Squadren for all of two days, and it was a necessity to impress to squadren. He had already known that some of the squad members had already been doubting whether he was even useful to the squad.
Jaime had met DJ Red when he had actually been commanded to be move to a privately-hired squadren (sometimes referred to as a gangs who serve for Magog Cartel owned militarys). Both were reluctant to allow him in, but what happens, happens. The owner of the factory highlighted most of Jaime's accomplishments, to hopefully not cause a disruption between him and DJ Red. As far as Jaime knows, Red still is curious whether he will be useful to the group.
After a little planning done in another base somewhere around the Barracks they were going to, the new group slept at the base. Early in the next morning, the group had to be awaken and moved in the ship they needed to go on that would transport them onto to the Barracks. That was when Jaime made first impressions, and from the looks of them, they were not good.
Jaime was the only Slig on the entire ship that was even concerned that his seat had bits of blood, slime, oil, and a rare form of fungi on his seat. He spent the first ten minute using a hankerchiff trying to clear of the disgusting elements of his seat. Rend, a Slig who had tested out his knife for 32nd time at that time period, had informed him that only girls cared about their seating and only ladies carried hankerchiffs. (with a mechnical pants on a seat). Embarassed, Jaime had placed his hankerchiff back into his bag, trying to stop the looks of amusements and disgust among them all.
After a few moments inside the ship, Jaime had gotten bored and grabbed a book within his backpack called, "That Dam*** Blue Ba*****", which was a book informing people about what they knew about the Mudokon Natives so far. (It's clearly bias as well, but Jaime doesn't know that) It was an actual fact that Jaime knew a lot about the enemy from reading this book and probably was the only one who could understand the language used. (Although, it should be noted that he still has less-than-average intelligence) Another Slig named Stormstrike, who was the bomb professional on the squad, had told him that "Only sissies read papers like dat." Jaime placed the book away after feeling hurt.
Throughout the rest of the trip, he made sure that his bag had everything he needed and was prepared. Not exactly interesting, but it made him worrisome. He actually counted every single thing he had more than 124 times, every time with the idea in mind that he missed out on something.
At last, the ship landed on the ground, and DJ Red ordered everyone out like they were going into battle. Jaime had actually looked out the window and believed him. He unbuckled his strap from the seat and fled the ship.
Jaime now looked about the place with utter curiousity. He had never actually been outside before. There was a certain strange scent to it, an unusual amount of warmth, a sight full of detail, a strange non-vibrant sound echoing around him, and a small feeling his pants that pressed into the ground a little further than metal. He could not have these feelings through looking out the windows of the flying ship or his old work place. Jaime did not know what to expect anymore.
His new team mates had taken out their weaponery of all sorts. Stormstriker was already taking out a TNT stick from his back and a pack of matches. Rend took out his knife to assult any enemies up close. Executor examined the surroundings upon DJ Red's orders. The other Slig, Charge, had taken out his gun and poked Jaime in the back with the gun point. Jaime flung around with his baton at hand, only to realize that Charge was walking away from him. He heard him mutter, "Jus' checkin' ta see if yer were awake."
Jaime looked about the field, in a more prepared position. The scene seemed very still and seemed as if nothing could possibly happen. So why doesn't anyone say anything? wondered Jaime. He grouped close to the squad and muttered so everyone could hear, "Sirs, it seems like there is no threat."
Stormstriker twitched his head in Jaime's direction and snapped quietly, "Dammit private, thanks for da obvious! Next time, say only somethin' when somethin' hasn't been clear enough ta da rest of us!"
Jaime got the message and quickly jumped back. It couldn't be more clear now why didn't someone say anything before. There just was no need. This was different from the factory life when Sligs could discuss to each other any time. The transition was still in effect, and it was going to be hard to keep going.
Although, Executor had made a brief statement about the surroundings that was not so clear. "Sir, dere is a few injuried folks comin' to da Barracks. Security at the Barracks are not threatin' anyone. Permission to continue moving?"
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