August 27, 2013. Inspired while I was writing Legendary Joes. Greenshirts without Beachhead, what could possibly go wrong? Carsons is from another fic I have in the works and the other greenshirts start in a random name generator and go from there. So yes, I really did get Calamity from a name generator. Was too good to pass up. And wow, they all ended up with C names. Did not realize that until I got the last one. Just thought they sounded good and that some could make good code names down the line (Up-a-Creek anyone?). It isn't clear, but Sergeant Whitey, I mean, Storm Shadow has been working for Cobra for a month or two during this.
"Are you sure about this?" Private Carsons asked.
"Of course. I mean, Sergeant Snake Eyes said the dojo needed to be repainted," responded Corporal Calamity.
"I don't think he would approve of these colors, though," Private Creek said softly.
"Oh, come on guys, don't chicken out on us, besides, Corporal C outranks us," said Private Chilson.
"Just because he outranks us doesn't mean he has good ideas. You remember the lemon incident," retorted Carsons.
"Look, we are being helpful. The dojo needs repainting and we are repainting it. If Sergeant Snake Eyes is there, we will ask him about the colors, otherwise, it'll be dealer's choice," Calamity cajoled.
"Fine, but when Sergeant Major comes back and wants to know who did it, I'm blaming you!" squeaked Creek.
They poked their noses into the dojo to find it empty and hauled in the painting supplies, locking the door behind them.
"So, rainbow style right, C-man?" asked Chilson.
"Yup, no one's here to ask, so rainbow style. And everything, mats, mirrors, walls, windows. Paint it all. Do the mats first, that way, when they dry, we can flip 'em over and do the other side. I have something special I'll write on the middle one for Jinx."
"Why paint the windows and the mirrors? That doesn't make much sense," asked Creek.
"What? Didn't hear you, Creek. You really gotta learn to speak up louder," Calamity said, popping open a paint can and pouring out some on the mat.
"What's with the mirrors and windows? I hate feeling like I'm shouting all the time, learn to hear better."
"Cute, you pull that shit with Sergeant Major?"
"Leave her alone, Calamity, and just answer the question. Why the mirrors and windows?" Carsons said, defending the other girl.
"Don't you guys get tired of the instructors always maneuvering us so the sun is in our eyes from either the windows or because it is bouncing off the mirrors?" asked Chilson.
"Yeah, or how about when Scarlett takes a group of girls over to the mirrors to work on forms and then Sergeant Whitey takes off his shirt. How many times has she ended up whacking you because you are distracted by that? I know I get tired of it when they pull the reverse and CG or LJ comes in. No mirrors, no distractions."
"Hmm, he has a good point. Sergeant Scarlett doesn't hold back when she sees you are distracted," pointed out Carsons.
"I like being distracted by Sergeant Storm Shadow! I wonder if he does private shows?" Creek squeaked.
The other three greenshirts stared at her for a second. "God, you are just weird, Creek. Who the hell wants anything to do with Sergeant McPointy?" asked Chilson.
"Well, I wouldn't expect you would be, but Carsons, I know you like looking at him in the mirror. Sergeant Scarlett whacks you the hardest."
"You know that saying, look, but don't touch? That applies to Sergeant Storm Shadow. He's nice to look at. Very nice, but I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole outside of hand to hand. I'd like to stay alive."
"Well, yeah, if you go poking people with ten foot poles, I don't expect they would be very happy. But what man doesn't like a nice massage?"
"The I-have-more-weapons-than-should-be-possible-and-li ke-to-find-creative-uses-for-them kind."
"Can we be done talking about Sergeant Whitey?" asked Calamity.
"Scared?"
"Fuck yeah."