Everybody Goes
By Darkshadow
Authors Note: I don't own Doom. Sepora belongs to me.
"Oh, you trying to get nasty now, huh? Oh no you ain't!" Duke was playing his hand held video game. Looking up every once in a while to see if he was getting any odd looks.
"I can't believe this..." Portman trailed on, more frustrated then usual.
Goat put on his cross necklace. "I confess to god, the father."
Portman continued with what he was yelling about. "I don't believe this shit, man. Six months without a weekend and the goddamned transporters are five minutes late!"
"Calm the hell down, Portman! Jeez that's all you do is complain!" A slim, short, nineteen year old girl, yelled as she walked into the room. She had little longer then shoulder length, blonde hair. Forest green eyes. Her name was Sepora. Sepora was wearing a baggy black T-shirt, and baggy jeans. She sat on her bed and was taking off her new shoes.
"Uhh... Excuse me, little missy?" Portman replied as he walked over towards the newest member of the team.
Sepora was almost never serious, if she was; it was a very rare occasion. Sepora was more of a sarcastic girl, and concentrated on being funny. She wasn't like most girls, she wasn't afraid of blood, or guts. She in fact loved blowing things up. Back when she was in high school, she hung out with mostly guys, because it seemed to fit her more.
Sepora looked up at Portman, and gave him a half smile. "You heard me, you jackass!"
"That's five minutes that I ain't ever going to get back." he went back to complaining.
Duke laughed, as he shut off his game. "Relax baby, we're on vacation."
Destroyer practiced swinging with his huge, metal bat. "Where you going, Portman?"
"Going down to El Honto, gonna lock myself in a hotel room with a bottle of tequila, and three she-boys! Heh!" He laughed as he winked at the guys that looked at him.
Duke looked up at him with a disgusted look on in his face. "You sick, Man!"
Mac threw his pitch, and Destroyer hit it as hard as he could. It bounced off of a few beds; Goat caught it in his free arm.
Goat looked at the page he was on in his favorite book, the Bible. Then bit a little piece of the skin of the orange, the spat it out. "I'm sick of your filth, Portman!"
"Oh my... He speaks?" Portman laughed in amazement.
Sepora stood up, and looked in her mirror, pulling her hair back, into a high ponytail. "Every thing one big joke to you, Portman?"
Portman laughed. "You're a fine one to talk—"
The argument was interrupted by Sarge's footsteps. "Ahem."
Everyone paused what they were doing, to look at their commanding officer. "Leave is cancelled."
Lots of sighs and "Are you serious?" Goat walked up to the radio and turned it off.
"Fuck! I can't believe this!" Duke yelled as he punched his bed, in frustrated.
"You got a problem with this Duke?" Sarge asked with a serious tone in his voice.
"Me, Sarge? Hell no I love my job."
"Good. Now move out!"
With a few more sighs everyone walked up the stairs, very pissed. First was Duke, who commented. "All dressed up and no where to go, huh Portman?"
Then was Mac, Portman, Sepora, Goat, Destroyer, Duke, and then Kid.
"Kid, don't forget your rattle!" Portman laughed.
"Ahh, shut-up Portman!" Mac yelled.
Sarge chuckled as he watched all of his comrades' walk up the stairs. He looked at Reaper, and told him that he could take the leave.
"Your bullshitting me!"
"No I'm not bullshitting you. We're going to Olduvai."
Reaper had a surprised look on his face. "Olduvai?"
"Take the leave."
"Is that an order?"
"No. But it's a recommendation." Sarge gave him a pat on the shoulder, then turned around, and walked up the stairs.
After about an hour of getting ready, and getting changed into their uniforms, the team went into a helicopter. "Great vacation. Damn they go by fast." Duke commented while getting on the helicopter.
"Almost like we never went away." Destroyer sarcastically responded.
As soon as the got in the 'copter one by one, they went to their guns and sat in a seat. First was Destroyer. He picked up his gun, and a female, robotic voice replied. "Weapon identification, Destroyer."
"Daddy's back."
"Weapon identification, Portman."
"Weapon identification, Goat."
"Weapon identification, Mac." Mac gave a half smile, and sat right by Destroyer.
"Weapon identification, Duke." Duke gave the gun a peck, and said. "Say my name, baby."
"Weapon identification, Sepora."
"Weapon identification, Sarge."
"All set?" Sarge asked, ready to shut the door.
"Yes, sir." Everyone responded in unison
As Sarge was about to shut the door he saw Reaper, running up to the chopper. Sarge gave a half smile, and then shut the door.
"Weapon identification, Reaper."
As Reaper sat down, the chopper started to take off for the flight. "You know its funny Kid. A few days ago I asked Sarge for a little…"
"Portman. Shut the fuck up! Alright? We don't need to hear anything else from you." Sepora nearly yelled.
"Don't give me an excuse Portman. No one here will miss you!" Reaper said, while putting bullets into his gun. Portman nodded.
Sepora was shaking, this was her first mission. She wasn't sure what to expect at all. Goat looked over at her, and grabbed her hand, into his. "Calm down Sepor, everything will be fine. Sepor was a nick name she was often called.
She looked up at the older man, who was more like a father figure, almost. Kid was like a brother to her, as well as Reaper. Reaper may have been one of the older guys, but he was a brother to her, not a father figure. Duke was one of the guys she had a slight crush on. But she knew that she was a marine, and that she should concentrate on her job. Destroyer was just a friend that she could talk to, as well as Sarge. Mac she didn't know to well, he was the guy that you could tell a joke to every once in a while. Portman was not a friend of her's; he mostly tried to get her pissed off. Most of the time he succeeds.
"How long has it been?" Sarge asked Reaper.
He sighed. "Ten years."
"You sure she's even still up there?"
"Yeah. Well I guess you have to face your demon sometime."
Sarge was given the word, that they have almost reached their destination. "Get ready team. Game time!"
