Necromo System St. Ives Lancers 12th Lance Barracks
Calm winds blew over the barren landscape. Necromo is a barren world. Dust rises up in little swirls like the jinn of myth are angry. Sgt. Von Franz sits at a small computer terminal in the barracks. He is unshaven in the early evening with a 5 o'clock shadow and wearing a light green T-shirt with white shorts; one food lazily rests upon the small table as he sits pondering with an inquisitive look at the blank screen. The light from it shines and reflects off his black hair cropped short and dirty. To the side is a large bottle of vodka with only a small amount left. An ion storm rages outside preventing any major action for the night. With a slight smile he nods forward and begins to type.
"May 20th, 3059. Location: A hellhole." He typed with a smile. "I'm not even sure if writing this is a good idea, hell why should I give a shit with Boomer thinks. She always says I'm too uptight, too angry about everything..." he stops taking a swig of vodka before slamming the bottle back down. "What do I care what others think, I have my reasons for what I do and they're my concern, when has anyone ever given a shit about another person's problems anyways? Then again that's why I tool this assignment. The money was good, real good as a merc; I just dunno why I changed all that for this. It's like this uniform gives me some sense of meaning greater than just myself. I wonder so often why it feels so good to be an individual yet causes such suffering, how the actions of one.... It's just so much insanity. I still remember the heat of the flames that consumed my home so many years ago... " Pausing for a moment to look at the bright flashes out the window he let loose a great laugh before drowning it out with more vodka. "What is a home anyways I wonder, do they even exist anymore after so many craters, so many dreams of conquest and bloodlust. To hell with power, to hell with the power of being my own person, I live and die for others now, not the other way around! I remember it well; we saw dropships coming down on Sudeten. We lived in the capitol and I can still remember my father's last words to me. He was in the Militia, an officer." Moments of silence passed, Von looked at his watch and then out the window as if expecting something to happen. The Ion storm was clearing and the wind was all that could be heard. "He simply told me to be strong. I thought it was just pirates again, they weren't uncommon, at worst they might be dracs but we were far from the boarder. There were so many dropships though; I couldn't understand what was going on. The fighting fell into the city and I was evacuated with the others. Later on a Grey Death Legionnare who knew my father in the Militia grabbed me. He said I should go with him as per my father's instructions should anything happen to him. He had to pick me up and haul me away I remember. That was the last time I ever saw home. Later I'd learn the militia's sacrifice allowed the mercs to make it off world, allowed me to escape the slaughter. The clanners took their vengeance on the population that refused to be subdued." Saving the file he switches the computer off and sits in the darkness alone for a stint.
After a few moments the silence was broken by a loud crack as the barracks door swung open. Von instinctively reached for his assault pistol but soon realized it was only Skate. Skate was a small man with a dark complexion, wispy brown hair and brown eyes. He was a native to the CapCon. He was an excellent scout pilot to boot but had a sheepish demeanor about him. "Why do you have it so dark in here sir?" Skate immediately asked turning on the lights.
"Neurohelm gave me a headache, was trying to work it off." Von responded solemnly staring out the dark window. "You turning in?"
Silence for a moment before Skate let out a large smile, "So you let Boomer get to yea hungh? You probably got a thing for her too doncha!?" Spinning around in his chair Von looked long and hard at Skate who continued. "I saw yea on the computer all clickity clackity like that, on the computer in the dark is hardly an activity for a man with a neuro headache. Ha! These eyes see everything, they keep you alive too!" he laughed loudly.
"Listen godamnit Boomer don't mean anything to me you hear? You didn't see nothing damnit, nothing!" Von yelled back grabbing Skate by his shirt. "Goddamnit Skate I swear to god I will core your ass and beat you over the head with this bottle if you say anything you hear?" in a frightened but threatening tone. Von was not a man to be messed with, he had and still could serve as an anti-mech infantryman with a large frame.
"Hey hey boss it's no skin off my nose that you're so sensitive about your girlfriend!" Skate remarked before dashing for cover before Von could grab him again.
"Yea you better run, you like to run that mouth off so much get the others together and tell em to get to sleep, we're on a hostile world and we got no days off! You tell them if they fall asleep in the mech I'll core em myself! That goes double for you if you say anything you hear?" Von roared out satisfied at Skate's run for cover.
"Alright alright I'll go get them" he remarked getting up and moving towards the door before Von blocked him. "W-what?"
"What do you say?" Von said calmly with arms folded.
"Y-yes sir!", after a moment of contemplation, came out of Skate's mouth.
"You gotta learn to respect privacy Skate, get the hell outta here and get those maggots!" Von stated moving away from the door as Skate made his exit. Thinking to himself, "He probably won't talk, but just incase." Von walked over to the computer and put the data module with his first journal entry into his footlocker. Inside were all his belongings, a uniform, some porno magazines, and a spare neurohelmet. He slammed the lid shut and locked it tight before the others arrived.
"My first campaign in the St. Ives Lancers.", he muttered to himself. "This is gonna be a long campaign."
Calm winds blew over the barren landscape. Necromo is a barren world. Dust rises up in little swirls like the jinn of myth are angry. Sgt. Von Franz sits at a small computer terminal in the barracks. He is unshaven in the early evening with a 5 o'clock shadow and wearing a light green T-shirt with white shorts; one food lazily rests upon the small table as he sits pondering with an inquisitive look at the blank screen. The light from it shines and reflects off his black hair cropped short and dirty. To the side is a large bottle of vodka with only a small amount left. An ion storm rages outside preventing any major action for the night. With a slight smile he nods forward and begins to type.
"May 20th, 3059. Location: A hellhole." He typed with a smile. "I'm not even sure if writing this is a good idea, hell why should I give a shit with Boomer thinks. She always says I'm too uptight, too angry about everything..." he stops taking a swig of vodka before slamming the bottle back down. "What do I care what others think, I have my reasons for what I do and they're my concern, when has anyone ever given a shit about another person's problems anyways? Then again that's why I tool this assignment. The money was good, real good as a merc; I just dunno why I changed all that for this. It's like this uniform gives me some sense of meaning greater than just myself. I wonder so often why it feels so good to be an individual yet causes such suffering, how the actions of one.... It's just so much insanity. I still remember the heat of the flames that consumed my home so many years ago... " Pausing for a moment to look at the bright flashes out the window he let loose a great laugh before drowning it out with more vodka. "What is a home anyways I wonder, do they even exist anymore after so many craters, so many dreams of conquest and bloodlust. To hell with power, to hell with the power of being my own person, I live and die for others now, not the other way around! I remember it well; we saw dropships coming down on Sudeten. We lived in the capitol and I can still remember my father's last words to me. He was in the Militia, an officer." Moments of silence passed, Von looked at his watch and then out the window as if expecting something to happen. The Ion storm was clearing and the wind was all that could be heard. "He simply told me to be strong. I thought it was just pirates again, they weren't uncommon, at worst they might be dracs but we were far from the boarder. There were so many dropships though; I couldn't understand what was going on. The fighting fell into the city and I was evacuated with the others. Later on a Grey Death Legionnare who knew my father in the Militia grabbed me. He said I should go with him as per my father's instructions should anything happen to him. He had to pick me up and haul me away I remember. That was the last time I ever saw home. Later I'd learn the militia's sacrifice allowed the mercs to make it off world, allowed me to escape the slaughter. The clanners took their vengeance on the population that refused to be subdued." Saving the file he switches the computer off and sits in the darkness alone for a stint.
After a few moments the silence was broken by a loud crack as the barracks door swung open. Von instinctively reached for his assault pistol but soon realized it was only Skate. Skate was a small man with a dark complexion, wispy brown hair and brown eyes. He was a native to the CapCon. He was an excellent scout pilot to boot but had a sheepish demeanor about him. "Why do you have it so dark in here sir?" Skate immediately asked turning on the lights.
"Neurohelm gave me a headache, was trying to work it off." Von responded solemnly staring out the dark window. "You turning in?"
Silence for a moment before Skate let out a large smile, "So you let Boomer get to yea hungh? You probably got a thing for her too doncha!?" Spinning around in his chair Von looked long and hard at Skate who continued. "I saw yea on the computer all clickity clackity like that, on the computer in the dark is hardly an activity for a man with a neuro headache. Ha! These eyes see everything, they keep you alive too!" he laughed loudly.
"Listen godamnit Boomer don't mean anything to me you hear? You didn't see nothing damnit, nothing!" Von yelled back grabbing Skate by his shirt. "Goddamnit Skate I swear to god I will core your ass and beat you over the head with this bottle if you say anything you hear?" in a frightened but threatening tone. Von was not a man to be messed with, he had and still could serve as an anti-mech infantryman with a large frame.
"Hey hey boss it's no skin off my nose that you're so sensitive about your girlfriend!" Skate remarked before dashing for cover before Von could grab him again.
"Yea you better run, you like to run that mouth off so much get the others together and tell em to get to sleep, we're on a hostile world and we got no days off! You tell them if they fall asleep in the mech I'll core em myself! That goes double for you if you say anything you hear?" Von roared out satisfied at Skate's run for cover.
"Alright alright I'll go get them" he remarked getting up and moving towards the door before Von blocked him. "W-what?"
"What do you say?" Von said calmly with arms folded.
"Y-yes sir!", after a moment of contemplation, came out of Skate's mouth.
"You gotta learn to respect privacy Skate, get the hell outta here and get those maggots!" Von stated moving away from the door as Skate made his exit. Thinking to himself, "He probably won't talk, but just incase." Von walked over to the computer and put the data module with his first journal entry into his footlocker. Inside were all his belongings, a uniform, some porno magazines, and a spare neurohelmet. He slammed the lid shut and locked it tight before the others arrived.
"My first campaign in the St. Ives Lancers.", he muttered to himself. "This is gonna be a long campaign."