Hey everybody, it's me again. Don't worry, for all you who read my last piece, this one isn't as sad...more action based. Anyway, I know this one's a bit short but they aren't all as short, I just needed a good opening...
Anyway
Happy Reading!
(Poppy)
My name is Poppy. I'm nothing special really…I was drafted for militaristic purposes in a war I don't support, but there's nothing I can do about it, not anymore. I'm on the 'Red' side. I'm supporting blood now. I've heard the horror tales of drafted women – rape, murder, abuse, harassment – and I'm scared. I'm being airlifted in tomorrow. I'm being airlifted into a box canyon that supposedly is now outnumbered. I was told there are four men there and one neutral medic, at least on 'my side'. But that's all I know.
(Red Base)
"Al'ight cupcakes" Sarge shouted at his lined up men, Simmons at the end of the line and Grif on the other end. Doughnut was in the middle. "Red command has seen us fit to receive ah new solider. Due to the…situations that are gonna arrive with…her arrival" A heavy southern accent layered on his voice.
"Her sir?" Simmons questioned in his too intelligent way. A women? Was she like the freelancer, Tex? Half shark – half bitch? Would she be like Grif's idiot sister? A dumb whore? What would she be?
"Yes, we are hav'in a girl on dis red base. We onleh h've four rooms an' code requires us tah have all genders' separated." Sarge spoke with heavy tones; it was unusual for the normally cruel and sarcastic leader.
"Sir, we actually get a girl? Will she be a girly girl, like flowers and ribbons girl?" Doughnut asked with all honesty, no humor was in his voice.
"Dough-nut I dune know" Sarge snapped at the pink wearing solider. "She's arriving today, and with the room and board, Simmons and Grif will double up – sorry Simmons – and the rookie will hav' Grif's old room."
"Why can't I just double up with the chick?" Grif questioned ideas in his mind.
"Regulation brownie." It was the clearest thing Sarge had said all day.
"Are we dismissed sir?" Simmons asked carefully, but with a sense of surety.
"Yah yah, wha'ver" And with that Sarge marched up to the top of the base, to sit and wait the arrival of his newest rookie, newest private to yell at and pick apart their dignity.
(Pelican 235 Dignity)
"Solider 3429 you are inbound, you will jump in five minutes." The generic voice was old. The time was too short and too long for the girl in dark amour. Part of her wanted to land the ship, get it over with, part of her wanted to wait, wait till she was able to disconnect her mind from her body and not take credit for the life she was to take. Her hand ran down the smooth black barrel of her gun. Such beauty in death.
"Three minutes to jump" She glanced up; her heart was racing at this point.
"Two minutes to jump"
"Fuck it…" She moved towards the opening, when the pelicans gate opened she was going to jump, her parachute would activate and she would land comfortably in the empty sand lands of Blood Gulch.
"One minute to jump" She took a few deep breathes, letting the stale air wash over her slim body.
"Over target, gate opening, jump now" The orders were simple, generic. They didn't mean a thing to the pilot.
"FUCK IT" Poppy screamed and pushed her body from the grey Dignity. She fell only a few feet before her parachute popped open with an audible snap. The large grey semi – sphere erupted around her. The air was jerked from her body with the pulling of the parachute.
