Major. Brock Lawrence P.O.V
"Alpha Wolf to Wolf Company Actual, inbound bearing 162° north-north west. Reporting SITREP and requesting of ship-to-shore deployment status; Mission done and dusted cleanly so break out the snags and beers I'm celebrating a textbook occupation and without total war breaking out", there was a little static before I got a reply "copy that alpha, just in time HMS Cardiff-bay is completely deployed and Captain. Roebuck is organising the field HQ's setup. Sargent Hax has organised 50% deployment of Great Barrier and has run off to help the engineers with perimeter emplacements. The Anti-Air-Artillery deployed off the Kokoda by orders from lieutenant Wogga-Wogga was already put into use, as we were engaged by winged hybrid creatures not liking our presences in their territory but taken out swiftly. Finally sir, all fuel and oil tankers have made port near the dry dock and thank god this place has one if I do say so myself, we have also found a flat clearing 100mikes from the south perimeter is currently our runway for the aircraft that are transferring from the USS. Hornet mk.2", I cut in "that's all I need to here Actual, is the recreational radio up?" the helicopter passed the last pink candy mountain which was causing a little interference but I still got a good reply "yes Major, the radio is up and already wired throughout the base plus tuned into all five of our Huey helicopters" I gave a cheeky grin after that "great pop a tune on something from the 70's or late 60's."
"Roger that, Company Actual out" the harbour became fully visible now and the pilot started to commence landing procedure just as the small speakers in the troop-cabin began to produce the sound of a drummer tap at the symbols and low beat drums alongside the base guitarist as the main guitarist cued in another few seconds later the vocalist jumped in.
"Some folks are born to wave the flag, ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "hail to the chief", ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no.
Yeah!" +Bravo Company in the back began to nod heads to the beat and share smiles, smirks and high-fives.
"Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no." we were now hovering 10 metres above and I could see the men getting on with the orders of their superiors but they were all wearing some sort of smile as the rock and roll song rang out to all of the harbour.
"Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer more! More! More! Yoh,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, one.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,"
We touchdown and leap out "right, Sargent Hulka send your guys to the south perimeter and airstrip to help the combat engineers!" the Sarge clears his throat and holsters his MP40 SMG, "ALRIGHT YOU MAGGOTS, YOU HEARD THE BOSS; SOUTH PERIMETRE NOW GO-GO-GO, MOVE IT LADIES THIS AIN'T A TEA PARTY!"
Through the entire ruckus I can see lieutenant peter strolling towards me while having an outstretched hand gesturing me to come forth, so I jog towards him while I dodge men with crates and others with their rifles, machine guns and rocket launchers then an Opel Blitz truck comes outta nowhere towing a 88mm 18/36 Flak gun and following was another truck towing a M1 6-Pdr 57mm AT gun, as they passed waiting on the other was James Peter. He stepped forward and snapped his hand up to a salute, I return with my own salute "at ease lieutenant", he loosens up and places his hands behind his back "sir, all combat vessels have dock and the Missouri is in the dry dock for maintenance after the attack; slight dents and fractures in the hull of the port-bow and some over turned shells other than that everyone and all equipment are fit for war!" I wrap my arm around his neck and bring him in for a knuckle head while saying "eager lil' bugger aren't ya? No wonder your pack wanted you to leave, they just got to sick of your spunky pace, HA! But no war today mate, it was a little rough compared to the negotiations with Princess Bubblegum since we're dealing with PRINCE Gumball."
(A/N: this is where I want splice in a crossover with my favourite anime! Spice and wolf but if you don't like it let me know)
Yea and the thing about the whole "pack" is that, if you know the anime Spice and wolf well… it was based on real accounts and holo is my great granny but she still doesn't look a day over 16! This means that all my officers and most of my armed forces are immortal wolves like me and great gran. And by what I mean wolves is just that and that hidden under the helmets is a set of point furry ears not ones on the side and bushy tails tucked in their pants just for the sake of not scaring people at first glance, I mean we still hold our human DNA but we show our other half as well. "Um… Major. Lawrence, may I respectfully ask a question?" I glance back with a cool look at him "ask away lieutenant", he let out a puff of air and spoke "well it's just that why must we lack in firepower, I mean our artillery and weapons cache plus our armoured companies are basically from the Second World War excluding the two fighter jets and the LAAV's landing crafts which are a bit modern but still under-gunned" I moaned in annoyance because this is the second time he's asked me that. "Like I told before 'lieutenant!' the higher ups said we needed a medium budget on this experiment, so that's why we lend-leased a lot of old relics stashed in war museums that only needed a quick tune up and de-weld all the locked up joints and sealed barrels plus all collected arms for the infantry equals a cheap, old school army. Look the main reason were so under-gunned is because were a recon picket of armed forces", I really am sick of his pondering into the Brass's business "yes sir", he sighed and saluted me. I returned it and gave him an order to return to his unit, he does what he's told and walks away to give way to what I find the most heart-warming sight; platoons of soldiers jogging to and fro with their section leaders ranting orders or catchy marching tunes while this is happening trucks pour out of the cargo freighters holding equipment, ammunition and other assorted goods. Rolling alongside the trucks and off the boat ramp were the armoured vehicles and Tanks, then buzzing overhead was a three craft formation of Huey gunships and then; just then something rolled of the ramp that I was mega proud of scoring: the PanzerKampfwagen VI Tiger I Ausf. E and the PanzerKampfwagen VII Tiger II Ausf. B, as they pass their commanders in the open hatches slapped their foreheads with a salute pointed at me; I returned it with my own and a warm smile on my face with my tail swishing from the hem of my pants to my forelegs. I started heading towards the officer's quarters but noticed that it was still in set up,
"Oh well, guess I'll have to wait on that nap – oh, Sargent Shultz, why am I not surprised…" Shultz was just a nickname for guy in our German division named: Wolfgang Himmeldorf, his mates give him the nickname because he has blonde hair, a greyish Hitler moustache and can be oblivious and careless sometimes like the Hogan's heroes Shultz but ok.
"Herr Commandant, zer is a civilian with a feline companion and armed with a sword requesting entry to zhe base at the vwest gate", he said will pointing towards that area.
Well she's early I must say "she's an ally Sarge, let her in even though she was supposed to show up tomorrow but hey let's see what she wants"
An M3 halftrack was driving our way, so I whistle the driver and 'She!' stops and I jump the passenger/gunner and Shultz hops in the troop hold. I turn to tell her where to go but my face almost when slack-jawed and boogie-eyed and the sight of who the girl under the helmet.
"Granma holo, what the hell are you doing in my fleets G.I's division?" I said in a mixture of frustrated and surprise tones.
She smiles sheepishly and sighs, "h… hi Brock well ya see there was this one armed man and-" I cut in.
"Oh don't use that old excuse I'm not six anymore gran…" I chuckle and a smirk crept on my face "look we'll talk later; right now I got a date- I mean appointment with someone"
That old sly smirk appeared on her face "is she pretty?"
"Damn her eight-hundred years of street-smarts" I blush
"Just drive to the west gate holo!" I bark with embarrassment.
She plonks her foot on the pedal and glances while making a turn "so she IS, isn't she?"
My mouth shows sneer and a spine chilling wolf growl builds in my throat, "not… another… word CORPORAL!" I see her head sink in her shoulders "as you wear that uniform, I am your C.O. understood!"
"Yes sir, sorry, sir…" she gulped down hard
We made the last turn and I can already see Fionna waiting by the base of a half build watch tower complaining to two of the post guards, I stand up onto the 50 cal. mounting of the halftrack and shout "HEEEYYY… FIONNA WHATCHYA DOING HERE?" she perks up on hearing her name. Holo crawled the truck to a stop; I kicked the door out and slid out while this was happening my ears heard holo murmur "I knew it, she is quite the looker hehe" I fluster a lil' and start to jog to the gate.
"Your twenty-four hours early and you brought your animal guide, how cute…" I state with a smirk.
The cat sneers at the remark showing half her teeth "who you callin' an animal?!"
"Take ease feline for it was a compliment for you are the brains and Fionna is the attractive brawns…" my mind slipped from fatigue catching up on me because for the extend of this week I've only had twelve hours sleep thanks to annoying lectures and briefings from the Brass, keeping all vehicles and equipment accounted for and a multi-force armada sane for I own a secret that I would take to my grave before the men knew about….
"w-what did you just say?" as Fionna's cheeks flare up
I blink wide a couple of times then pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger "pardon me, for I've been up for most of this week and the fatigue is unbearable *yawn* such is the life of a hero/warrior/commander of an armada! Hahaha…" I chuckle "so I don't won't to be rude but can we make this quick; I got an army bed with my name on it!" She giggles and i further the joke, "literally a little right there on leg saying Brock J Lawrence!" she gives a small burst of laughter and calms down.
"Well I was overwhelmingly curious on human… human… well human everything and was wonder if I could learn about my people"
"Tomorrow miss Fionna, now I desperately need a half-a-day and all-nighter sleep ok?" she gave a somewhat disappointment look but quickly turn into an understanding look and turned to begin walking back home for today.