It's Like Being Born Again. Pt 13
Author chick's notes: Atten-HUT! Training day! ^^ Disclaimers in Pt 1.
It's Like Having Born Again. Pt 13
The Baroness woke with a start at the alarm clock blaring next to her. She felt Steeler move behind her and reach over to shut the clock off. "What's…?" She asked not fully awake yet.
"Go back to sleep Anna." Steeler murmured, kissing her temple as he rose to get ready. "Torpedo and I just thought a little training session would help pass the day is all." He explained as he pulled on pants, a t-shirt and his combat boots. The Baroness shook her head a little to clear it before laying it back onto the pillow. Steeler chuckled in the dim light at her muttered curses about American military and their obsession with rising at ungodly hours in the morning.
Meanwhile, down the hall a similar situation was unfolding. Deep Six was flat on his stomach in a dead sleep when he heard Torpedo's voice a mere two inches from his ear. "Up and at 'em sailor!" He bellowed. Deep Six rewarded the rude awakening with a few mumbled curses about SEALs not being human. "Don't make me get da bucket of ice water cuz." Torpedo threatened as he pulled a black t-shirt over his head.
"Yeah yeah I'm up." Deep Six groaned as he rose out of bed and went to get dressed. He glanced at the clock and back to Torpedo. "It's four friggin thirty in the morning!"
"Yup and you better be in da hanger by oh five hundred unless you want my boot up your ass." Torpedo said as he left to meet Steeler and begin rousing the rest of the troops.
Out in the hall the two in charge of this morning's exercises met. "K den, you get dat side, and I get dis one." Torpedo said, pointing to each side of the hall as they both set off to wake their troops.
Dusty was partially draped over Imani as they slept. The lights began flashing on and off in their room suddenly and Imani, who was on her stomach rose her head up to find out what was happening. "Sorry for break up the little love nest folks, but training begins in da hanger in half an hour!" Torpedo chirped when he saw that they were both waking up. He heard Imani grumble and saw her flop back down to go back to sleep. "MOVE IT!" He bellowed as he turned to rouse the next group.
Dusty laughed and pulled the covers off his reluctant wife as she fought him to let her go back to sleep. "C'mon love. Y'all heard the man." He said as he got out of bed and began dressing. Seeing that she wasn't budging, he picked her up effortlessly and carried her into the shower. She yelped as the cold water hit her and glared death in all it's forms at Dusty. "Nice to see you're awake, now lets go." He said as he tossed a towel at her and went to grab a light snack.
Imani came out a few minutes later, her long hair still damp and braided she was fully dressed and glaring at Dusty. "You'll pay for that." She threatened as she made her way for the front door.
Footloose, Thunder, and Rock-n-Roll were all scattered around the master bedroom of the suite they shared, snoring in the predawn hours when Torpedo turned on the lights. "K Ladies! Time for get up and do your duty!" He shouted as the three startled and began waking up.
"What's up dude?" Rock-n-Roll asked from the bed, scratching at his chin and shaking the last of the sleep from his head.
Footloose glanced at his watch then up at Torpedo. "Dude its like four thirty in the morning."
"Yup. And you better be in da hanger by five unless you want me on your ass." Torpedo said as he kicked the blanket off of Footloose. "Move it Kentucky!" He shouted at Thunder who was taking a little longer to wake up.
The three glanced at each other and then the door that Torpedo had left through. "I'm assuming he and Steeler are in the mood for a little training." Rock-n-Roll said as he got out of bed and began dressing.
Thunder wasn't as impressed and had no problem letting his roommates know it. "Hmph. Fuckin' officers." He swore as he began pulling his long hair back into a ponytail.
Torpedo smirked in the dark as he stalked his next victims. "Hands off da cocks. An' on wit da socks!" He bellowed from the doorway to Tripwire and Sci-Fi's shared bedroom. Sci-Fi was just beginning to open his eyes when the lights came to life. Tripwire mumbled against his chest before reaching up for his glasses and looking over at Torpedo.
"Training?" Tripwire asked, still groggy with sleep.
"Yep! Hanger by oh five hundred, or else!" Torpedo grinned at the two as they began rising.
"We gonna get to shoot shit?" Sci-Fi asked as he ran a hand through his long hair.
"Move it." Torpedo hissed, a wicked gleam in his eye as he turned to leave.
"Kewl!" Sci-Fi chirped. Tripwire groaned and joined Sci-Fi as the two got dressed and ready to go.
Across the hall, Steeler was having as much fun as Torpedo as he went about waking everyone. "Okay Princess, Grease Slick! Ya can screw later, get yer asses to the hanger by oh five hundred and be ready to bust yer humps!" He yelled as he turned on the bedroom light in Cover Girl and Clutch's room.
"Jesus Steeler." Clutch swore as he began fumbling around looking for the edge of the covers. Steeler had already left when the two got out of bed and took a quick shower to remove the evidence of the previous nights activities from each other.
"I am so gonna strangle him." Cover Girl promised as she wove her auburn hair into a neat braid.
Next door, Steeler found Leila already awake, dressed and in the kitchen. "Where's blue boy?" He asked as she wondered what he was doing up so early.
"In bed." She stammered, pointing towards the bedroom. It dawned on her what he was doing and she followed Steeler as he went to kick Grunt out of bed.
Steeler found Grunt flat on his stomach, an arm hanging off the side of the bed when he turned on the lights. Leila hid a giggle behind her hand as Steeler yanked the sheet from his body and began yelling. "Get yer lazy ass out of bed this minute and be ready to get yer butt back into shape!" Grunt startled and looked up at Steeler. "Hanger! Training! Oh Five Hundred!" He added as he swatted at Grunt's back.
"What crawled up his ass?" Grunt asked in bewilderment as he got up and got dressed.
"I would assume he means business." Leila laughed as she went back out to the kitchen. She heard him mutter about the unholy-ness of the situation and began laughing again.
Steeler glanced at his watch and made a few mental calculations. "Let's see? Those two have had a good nine hours…" He said as he entered the room Diana and Frostbite were sharing. He could see that there was light coming from the bedroom and he cautiously peeked in. Diana's back was to him and she was resting her head on Frostbite's chest as they slept, the sheet barely covering their nude bodies. They had left a light on from the previous night.
"Well well? Nice to see international relations are going swell." He said, rousing the two from their slumber. Diana pulled part of the sheet up to cover herself a little more before looking over at Steeler in the doorway. "I want the pair of ya in the hanger in half an hour, time to get off our lazy asses and start doing something around here!" Steeler said, pleased to see Diana grin evilly. He then turned and left them to get ready in privacy.
Diana slapped Frostbite's stomach to wake him up and tell him to get ready for some training. "Time to see if you Americans are all you claim to be." She taunted as she took off for a quick shower.
"Oh ha ha." Frostbite retorted as he got into the shower with her. They were soon dressed and on their way to the hanger.
Steeler was surprised to see Mainframe and Zarana, already awake and dressed as they sat at the kitchen table to have a light breakfast. "Well it's good to know at least some of ya aren't slacking off." He said.
"Yeah we were getting ready for a run, when we heard the other one across the hall." Zarana explained as she sipped at her coffee.
"Hanger, oh five hundred right?" Mainframe asked.
"Yep." Steeler said grinning as he left for the hanger to meet with the others.
Torpedo glanced at his watch, five minutes until five and everyone was present and accounted for. "Nice of you to all join us so early in da morning." He began, taking great amusement from the various glares he and Steeler both got from some of them present. "We've got enough of a force here now to start wit training." He said.
"Now some of ya ain't military and we understand that." Steeler began. "However, we're gonna start acting like a unit as of this instant. I know yins have been doing things the only way ya can and that's great, but if we're gonna hand the commander's ass back to him, we need to do it as a team!" He said.
"So," Torpedo spoke up. "We're gonna start wit da basics." The two led the rest of the group in a rigorous hour of calisthenics before breaking off to the next item on the agenda. There was a shooting range located several floors below them and they gathered there for some target practice. Steeler was impressed that none of them had lost their edge and was equally impressed with the shooting skills of those he didn't really know yet.
Dusty wasn't kidding when he said Imani was a deadly shot. As a target, shaped like a Crimson guardsmen popped up, she blew the target's head off. She ignored the 'not bad' she heard from Torpedo before firing off another round at a new target that had sprung up. The next one that came up was in camouflage similar to what Dusty wore and she grinned as she blew a hole into the figure's crotch before firing again and blowing the figure's head off. "That's for the shower." She smirked at Dusty who winced when he saw what she'd done.
Torpedo laughed as did Steeler, both of them finally understanding why Imani's hair was soaking wet earlier. "Yer a dead man, pal." Steeler piped up.
"Yeah no kidding." Dusty sighed as he took out a target of his own. Occasionally glancing at Imani who would smirk right back at him.
A sudden barrage of fire caught Steeler and Torpedo's attention as they looked over to where Sci-Fi was. Tripwire's shoulders where shaking as he suppressed a round of laughter before he too hit his target square between the eyes. Sci-Fi was grinning and waiting for the next one to pop up when Steeler looked at the target he'd just wasted.
"I'm a weenie?" He read on the chest of the target that looked like Cobra Commander. The words still smoked a little as the shots cooled.
"Now dat's talent." Torpedo laughed as he saw what Sci-Fi had done.
"Why do you think I asked ya if we would get to shoot shit?" Sci-Fi asked as he took a single shot this time to waste another target. "It's been a while since I've pulled that stunt." He explained.
They spent a little more time at the firing range, before breaking for breakfast. The rest of the day was spent in ironing out any kinks they had and forming a cohesive, deadly unit, if a small one at that. It was around four in the afternoon when Torpedo decided to call it quits. Steeler agreed with him, seeing as the two had worked just as hard as everyone else. The last order Torpedo gave before dismissing everyone was to meet again in the hanger the following morning at the same time.
Imani leaned back into Dusty, a decidedly less then enthused look on her face, before he picked her up and heaved her over his shoulder. "Now about that anti-man thing y'all got going, all of a sudden…" He said as he carried her away to their quarters.
Cover Girl laughed when she heard the tiny desert warrior groan against Dusty's back. "Gotta admit, she doesn't say much but when she does…" Cover Girl laughed as she and Clutch also left for their room.
To Be Continued…
