This is as you hopefully know by know is a Universal Century Story
about the lives of an 08th ms team-like group of soldiers on the front
line. It takes place in Asia albeit a different section of it than shown in
08th MS team. A typical career soldier who will be introduced soon in the
story commands the base that is presented in the tale. So with out further
ado I present for your reading pleasure: Life on the Line!
Current Setting a small modestly decorated office:
"What do you mean you're retiring?"
"To be honest sir, I just can't take it anymore." As the officer turned and marched silently from the office, Major William James Fossey sighed deeply to himself as he churned the past few days' events in his head over and over trying to make heads or tails out of it That was the second commander since the fighting started. One dead, one missing, both gone because of the actions of a single MS Team, the 4th team to be precise. Fossey just couldn't understand how that could happen. He flipped through the three personnel files that lay on his desk before him. Each one was for a different member of the team naturally. First, Chief Petty Officer Brian Nikolas, typical hotshot pilot, a hater of authority, and all around free spirit. Nikolas is the 4th team's second MS pilot and the oldest of the trio. Second, 1st Petty Officer Robert Tenser, a short-tempered, gung-ho MS aficionado. Also tends to disagree with superiors. Tenser is the team's 3rd MS pilot who usually works in a support role. Third and finally, Private Patrick Gatey, vindictive intelligent, cowardly and like his teammates before him he doesn't enjoy being ordered what to do. Gatey serves as the main Hover-truck operator and is the youngest of the three. Commander- none. 2nd hover-truck operator- none. He went AWOL after the last mission. Currently all three are milling about the base doing what they do most, either disobeying orders or simply nothing. If they weren't such outstanding pilots and soldiers in general they wouldn't be in the MS Corps to begin with. The Earth Federation doesn't have enough qualified personnel to let any good pilots go. Well, Fossey thought to himself, better tell them personally to get ready for their new commander. He called out to his assistant:
"Ensign, bring the remainder of the 4th team in here please."
"Sorry, sir but we couldn't find a single one of them." The ensign answered sheepishly. The Major leaned back in his chair and adjusted his collar. There was silence for a few moments.
"Did you check the local bars?" he finally said.
"Yes, we did sir, they weren't there."
"Dammit." Fossey sighed he knew they wouldn't show. "Look, just make sure they know to see me tomorrow or they all face a court martial."
'Yes sir." The ensign turned and bolted out the door leaving Fossey alone with his thoughts.
Private Pat Gatey sat in the back of a speeding jeep, his friend and fellow soldier 1st PO Rob Tenser at the wheel.
"Jesus Rob, could you drive just a little faster?" He chided.
"Yah, its not like we're in a hurry to get back to base." Added CPO Brian Nikolas, who sat in the passenger seat.
"Sorry guys, I didn't realize." Rob apologized not bothering to actually reduce the jeep's speed.
"You never do" Gatey said. The trio just had a night on the town in celebration of their former commander's early retirement. All three were nearly as drunk as they were tired. It was a miracle that Rob hadn't already crashed the jeep or gotten lost.
"Well" Rob continued, "Major Fossey did want to talk to us". Brian laughed:
"You know damn well that if it's important enough he'll call us again."
"True, he probably wanted to tell us about our new commander and ask us if we would take it easy on him." Rob guessed, a point that was more or less obvious at the time.
"Ha, like that's really gonna happen!" Pat snickered. As they rode along the lights of the base in the distance slowly grew brighter and brighter, signaling that they were nearing their destination. Unlike the other bases in Asia this particular one had been in service before the one-year war had officially started and therefore was a little more traditional. It consisted of several massive make shift MS hangers, and a few barracks and the like stuck in a man-made clearing surrounded by a small wall. Outside that lay the dense jungle, the road that the boy were traveling on was the only major roadway to the base short of traveling through the jungle itself. Their jeep neared the perimeter as several watchtowers loomed overhead. The gate guard was apparently asleep as Rob eased the vehicle to stop in front of it. He was deeply asleep that no amount of yelling would rouse him, and Brian actually had to get out of the jeep to wake him up. He opened the gate and the trio idled through the base at a speed a turtle could outpace. Rob sloppily pulled into a spot and the three comrades-in- arms snuck back into their barracks for a much needed rest.
End of Chapter one.
Next time on Mobile Suit Gundam: Life on the Line: The 4th team are told about their new commander and to be honest they couldn't be any more surprised about who it is! Also they are introduced to their replacement Hover-Truck operator, to find out what happens next time you'll have to read chapter two, coming soon! Thanks for reading!
Current Setting a small modestly decorated office:
"What do you mean you're retiring?"
"To be honest sir, I just can't take it anymore." As the officer turned and marched silently from the office, Major William James Fossey sighed deeply to himself as he churned the past few days' events in his head over and over trying to make heads or tails out of it That was the second commander since the fighting started. One dead, one missing, both gone because of the actions of a single MS Team, the 4th team to be precise. Fossey just couldn't understand how that could happen. He flipped through the three personnel files that lay on his desk before him. Each one was for a different member of the team naturally. First, Chief Petty Officer Brian Nikolas, typical hotshot pilot, a hater of authority, and all around free spirit. Nikolas is the 4th team's second MS pilot and the oldest of the trio. Second, 1st Petty Officer Robert Tenser, a short-tempered, gung-ho MS aficionado. Also tends to disagree with superiors. Tenser is the team's 3rd MS pilot who usually works in a support role. Third and finally, Private Patrick Gatey, vindictive intelligent, cowardly and like his teammates before him he doesn't enjoy being ordered what to do. Gatey serves as the main Hover-truck operator and is the youngest of the three. Commander- none. 2nd hover-truck operator- none. He went AWOL after the last mission. Currently all three are milling about the base doing what they do most, either disobeying orders or simply nothing. If they weren't such outstanding pilots and soldiers in general they wouldn't be in the MS Corps to begin with. The Earth Federation doesn't have enough qualified personnel to let any good pilots go. Well, Fossey thought to himself, better tell them personally to get ready for their new commander. He called out to his assistant:
"Ensign, bring the remainder of the 4th team in here please."
"Sorry, sir but we couldn't find a single one of them." The ensign answered sheepishly. The Major leaned back in his chair and adjusted his collar. There was silence for a few moments.
"Did you check the local bars?" he finally said.
"Yes, we did sir, they weren't there."
"Dammit." Fossey sighed he knew they wouldn't show. "Look, just make sure they know to see me tomorrow or they all face a court martial."
'Yes sir." The ensign turned and bolted out the door leaving Fossey alone with his thoughts.
Private Pat Gatey sat in the back of a speeding jeep, his friend and fellow soldier 1st PO Rob Tenser at the wheel.
"Jesus Rob, could you drive just a little faster?" He chided.
"Yah, its not like we're in a hurry to get back to base." Added CPO Brian Nikolas, who sat in the passenger seat.
"Sorry guys, I didn't realize." Rob apologized not bothering to actually reduce the jeep's speed.
"You never do" Gatey said. The trio just had a night on the town in celebration of their former commander's early retirement. All three were nearly as drunk as they were tired. It was a miracle that Rob hadn't already crashed the jeep or gotten lost.
"Well" Rob continued, "Major Fossey did want to talk to us". Brian laughed:
"You know damn well that if it's important enough he'll call us again."
"True, he probably wanted to tell us about our new commander and ask us if we would take it easy on him." Rob guessed, a point that was more or less obvious at the time.
"Ha, like that's really gonna happen!" Pat snickered. As they rode along the lights of the base in the distance slowly grew brighter and brighter, signaling that they were nearing their destination. Unlike the other bases in Asia this particular one had been in service before the one-year war had officially started and therefore was a little more traditional. It consisted of several massive make shift MS hangers, and a few barracks and the like stuck in a man-made clearing surrounded by a small wall. Outside that lay the dense jungle, the road that the boy were traveling on was the only major roadway to the base short of traveling through the jungle itself. Their jeep neared the perimeter as several watchtowers loomed overhead. The gate guard was apparently asleep as Rob eased the vehicle to stop in front of it. He was deeply asleep that no amount of yelling would rouse him, and Brian actually had to get out of the jeep to wake him up. He opened the gate and the trio idled through the base at a speed a turtle could outpace. Rob sloppily pulled into a spot and the three comrades-in- arms snuck back into their barracks for a much needed rest.
End of Chapter one.
Next time on Mobile Suit Gundam: Life on the Line: The 4th team are told about their new commander and to be honest they couldn't be any more surprised about who it is! Also they are introduced to their replacement Hover-Truck operator, to find out what happens next time you'll have to read chapter two, coming soon! Thanks for reading!