First GI Joe story, so let me know if they're OOC.

The OC's in this story are based on me and two of my friends. I am Weaver, Mays is a friend of mine IRL that I met in ROTC, Sheppard is a friend I met over this website.

Snake Eyes never liked it when people tried to steal from him. Something he had worked hard for, deserved, being taken away by anyone made him nearly simmer with rage. Even the smallest trinket would bring him to execute immediate vengeful action against the thief.

But right now he was too tired to care that Scarlett was taking the waffles off of his plate. He just reached over to her plate and took her sausage.

"Are you that tired?" She asked.

He could only let his shoulders slump.

Storm Shadow had a glare carved onto his face. "We infiltrated two Cobra Laboratories, in six hours, and we still had to go through morning PT, all because Beachhead decided that we could take it."

Scarlett put a hand on Snake Eyes' shoulder, "Aw, I'm sorry sweetie. Now perk up, we've got new recruits coming in today, and we're the welcome wagon this time."

Snake Eyes signed to her, "Why are we always the welcome wagon?"

Scarlett finished up her/his waffles, "Because I sign us up for it. Now come on, we need to be ready in twenty minutes."

IN THE HANGAR:

A short figure in the blue and white air force PT uniform rushed out of an aircraft, and nearly plunged herself head first into the nearest trashcan.

The figure that followed, wearing the yellow and blue Navy PT uniform shook his head while adjusting his sunglasses so that they rested on top of his camo baseball cap. "Damn it, Weaver, we haven't been here three minutes, ya already makin a scene."

He walked by her, setting her duffle bag down next to her. "And I am not carrying your shit for you."

There was a snort as a third soldier walked calmly out of the aircraft, his own duffle bag slung over his shoulder, "Mays, you're the one yelling to the rafters. She's just trying not to make a mess."

The girl, Weaver, finally pulled her head out of the trash can. "I think I need mouthwash."

From the other side of the hangar, they heard someone shout, "Attention on deck!"

All three of them snapped to attention, seeing a blonde man in army ACU walk towards them as the pilot who flew them out, who had introduced himself as Wild Bill, took his place in front of them. The man walked up to Wild Bill, while looking at the three of them. "Would these be the new recruits?"

Wild Bill nodded, handing three files over to him. "All here, Duke, three greenies, all ready for our… special training."

He turned to the three newcomers, giving them a smile that they all could tell was merely a formality. "Welcome to G. headquarters, which we've lovingly named, the pit. Over the next few weeks, you'll be pushed to complete training and tasks that may seem nearly superhuman to some of you."

The Navy recruit, Mays, smirked, noticing how Duke's eyes rested on Weaver on those last few words. He knew if he looked over at her, he would see her sending a glare that usually made Drill Sergeants do a double take.

"My best advice to you three is if you ever find yourself in a moment of weakness, or even contemplate quitting, think of the people who've doubted you. Let those memories fuel your passion and dedication. Don't ever think you're in this alone, the G. program is one of intense brotherhood and trust. I recommend talking to Scarlett, who you'll meet a bit later if you ever need an open ear." He cleared his throat. "If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to seek me out. Everyone knows where my office is. Before you get settled into your rooms, we'll need you to go pay a visit to our three combat instructors, so we can get a brief estimate of where you stand in your hand to hand skills."

The Army recruit and Mays did look phased, but Weaver raised her hand, "Sir?"

Duke nodded.

"When is our other cargo coming in?" She questioned. "At first we were told we'd be arriving on the same aircraft, but they changed it last minute."

Duke looked over at Wild Bill, who shrugged. He turned back to Weaver, "I wasn't aware. I'll make a few calls, and get back to you before Chow Hall closes. Anything else?"

The Army recruit raised his hand.

Duke opened a file, skimmed the top, and looked back up, "Yes, Sheppard?"

"Should we drop our bags off first?"

Duke shook his head, "No time, just take them with you and set them against the wall, not on the mats. Bill, you mind taking them?"

Wild Bill smiled, "I'd hate to miss seeing the Greenies get broken in."

Duke walked away, and Wild Bill turned back to the greenies. "Alright kids, first rule, don't get annoyed, but everyone here is going to call you kids, or something along those lines. To be honest, you look like you just rolled out of boot camp."

Weaver glared at Wild Bill, "I'm twenty."

Wild Bill nodded, "You really are a kid then. Let's get you kids into the gym."

He started walking, and all Weaver could do was pick up her duffle, still glaring. Mays chuckled, "Don't kill him, chair force."

Sheppard 'accidently' bumped Mays with his duffle, walking past him. "Shut it Mays, G. is a mix of branches. Don't wanna piss off the wrong people."

Weaver huffed, walking right behind Mays, "You wouldn't make those jokes if Kitty was here."

Wild Bill lead them down several halls, pointing out along the way where the Chow Hall, Bunks, Store, where Mail Call happened, until they got to the gym. They put their bags against the wall as Duke had said to do, and surveyed the three other persons in the room. Snake Eyes, clad head to toe in black armor was off putting, especially since the black visor covered his face. Storm shadow was less intimidating, for the sole fact they could see his face. All white ninja robes were still striking the new recruits as odd. They were all relieved to see a normal looking person, Scarlett.

Weaver looked over at Sheppard, "You see guys like this in Haiti?"

"Not even in Haiti." He mumbled.

Scarlett smiled, stepping forward. "Their appearance takes some getting used to. Don't worry, they're on your side."

Storm Shadow snorted, "Until training starts."

Scarlett shot him a glare, then turned back to the three. "Around here, we mostly go by nick names. You can call me Scarlett, the man is all black is Snake Eyes, all white is Storm Shadow. I take it you all have nicknames?"

Sheppard spoke up first, "Priest."

"Hammer Head." Mays looked over at Weaver, smirking. "Go on, tell 'em."

Weaver looked at the ground, and mumbled. "Dream."

Mays, or Hammer Head, chuckled, while Scarlett took a breath, then asked, "Why Dream?"

Priest grinned, the first facial expression he had shown that day. "Dream Weaver!"

Weaver looked back up, glaring over at Priest. "I hate you for that damn name."

Scarlett raised an eyebrow, "Have you two worked together before?"

Weaver nodded, "Met over the internet last few years of high school. We stayed in touch after we both went into the military."

Hammer Head spoke up, "She knows me from ROTC."

Scarlett nodded slowly, "Three friends from three different branches? I have to admit, that's a first around here. Usually, the branches don't collaborate much."

Hammer Head slung his arm around Weaver's shoulders. "Yeah, I decided to stoop low, and I talked to the chair force."

Weaver shrugged his arm off, "The second Kitty gets here, you're dinner."

Storm Shadow spoke up, "Do any of you have combat experience?"

Priest nodded, "I was in Haiti for six months. I trained locals there in combat and political ways to deal with 'Ethnic Purging'. We couldn't be directly involved in the fighting, but a lot of us tossed our uniforms off, and got hands on anyways."

Hammer Head said, "I'm a Navy Diver, deep sea welding is my thing, and unless we're counting fending off sharks, I've got none."

"Basic hand to hand, take downs, simple holds, tazers, pepper spray, and pistols. Like all military police." Weaver rattled off.

"We'll just see what you've got with some simple sparring today." Scarlett explained. "Priest, would you like to go first?"

Priest kneeled down, removed his sneakers, and stepped onto the mat. He was expecting Storm Shadow or Snake Eyes to step forward, but Scarlett took a place across the mat from him. He wasn't exactly surprised, he had trained a lot of women in Haiti.

Hammer Head turned to Weaver, whispering, "I've got a milky way that says he hits the mat in under a minute."

"I'm not taking that bet." She whispered back. She could tell from the way Scarlett held herself, she was prepared to fight Priest, by holding back most of what she could do. Even after learning he was a green beret.

Priest lunged forward, making fake grabs for her wrist or shoulder, then went in for a body tackle. Scarlett let herself fall back, pulling her feet up to push against Priest's stomach, then use his forward momentum to propel him into the padded wall ten feet behind her.

Storm Shadow shook his head, "You're too fast for your own good."

Scarlett turned toward the remaining two, "Weaver, would you like to go next?"

Weaver kicked her sneakers off as she stepped onto the mat, and fell into a tight boxing stance. Scarlett mimicked her stance, and Weaver was throwing jabs before Scarlett had her knuckles up to her temples.

Priest walked around them carefully as he went to stand next to Hammer Head again. Hammer Head turned to Priest, "I've got a milky way that says Scarlett loses."

"You're on."

Weaver threw two hooks, right, then left, then tried to spin into a back fist, but Scarlett tackled her to the mat. She held Weaver down, twisting her arm to keep her still. "Turning a hook into a back fist is a move that needs less hesitation. You're losing to much time trying to keep your footwork perfect. Just swing."

Hammer Head handed Priest the candy bar, and as soon as Weaver walked off the mat, Hammer Head walked on. "Go sit down Chair force, it's what you're good at."

Weaver gave Scarlett a look, and Scarlett nodded in response. "Storm Shadow, why don't you take this one?"

The white clad ninja grinned, noting how the girls automatically stuck up for each other, low key. He stepped up to Hammer Head, his arms relaxed at his side. Hammer Head made a fist. But before he could use it, Storm Shadow was standing over him, his boot to his face. "Your stance is adorable. Like watching a baby, trying to walk for the first time."

Weaver gave Scarlett and Storm Shadow an appreciative smile, while Priest tried not to grin. Hammer Head tried to move, but Storm Shadow put more pressure on his head.

The session ended with simple instructions on how to improve the flaws in their fighting styles, and they were sent off towards their bunks. Priest and Hammer Head ended up sharing with each other, in a bunk room with only one bunk. The room also had two small desks on either side of the bunk, and Hammer Head didn't waste any time jumping on the top bunk. Priest just unpacked his things, knowing he'd appreciate the bottom bunk when PT left him so drained he wouldn't have the energy to climb up even a bunk bed ladder.

Weaver was shown to another one bunk room. She could tell from the few items of clothing in the closet and a few things like pencils, files, and a hairbrush scattered here and there that this room had another occupant. But after sniffing around, the stiff blankets on both bunks, the thin layer of dust on everything, and the stale smell in the bathroom connected to the room, the other girl hadn't been here in awhile. She just unpacked her clothing, tossed what little toiletries she had into a drawer, and curled up on the bottom bunk.