Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine.
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Duke took a calming breath and slowly released it before he raised his gaze to focus on the very nervous looking greenshirts. Making himself speak calmly, he asked, "So, who's idea was it?"
The small group immediately started talking over each other and some even pointed at other people, trying to lay blame where it supposedly deserved. Duke growled, "Quiet!"
They shut up. He pointed to one particularly nervous looking one, "You. I don't even care anymore who started it, I just want to know why you all thought it was a good idea to hijack the base's speaker system."
The greenshirt shifted in place, biting at his lip as he tried to explain without actually implicating anyone, "Sir, you see, we were just having a bit of fun with a guitar and well, we thought that it'd be even more fun with an audience but we wanted to practice first and we wanted to hear what we sounded like. So we uh...well, we tried to hook up some extra speakers to the sound system and ….uh..."
Duke frowned, "So you're saying that it was unintentional?"
There was a squeaked, "Yes."
Duke closed his eyes tightly, taking another calming breath before letting it out. A wonderfully evil idea came to his mind, "Go to bed, all of you."
A braver one asked, "S-sir?"
Duke opened his eyes and smiled at them, making several of the greenshirts sweat, "We're getting a new drill instructor tomorrow. I'm certain a few of you have heard of him before, but I won't spoil the surprise. Go to bed now and get some rest."
Rest that would be needed, especially after they'd woken up the entire base with their little stunt. Between all the cross instructors and the KP work they were going to get saddled with, Duke almost felt bad for giving the group over to Beach Head.
'Almost' was the key word.