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10-05-2015, 02:45 PM | #171 |
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That's not a bad idea . . . I don't have time to explore it right now, but will file it away, and keep a couple of posts as placeholders if I ever write it.
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10-05-2015, 02:49 PM | #172 |
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Placeholder.
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10-05-2015, 02:59 PM | #173 |
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Author’s Note: The following tale is inspired by a combination of things: the different organizational cultures of different special units, the early Seal Team 6 days and the clash between founder Marcinko and the subsequent commander Gormly, and some of the corruption cases against American covert organizations in the ‘80’s. I’ll through in some of the real-world references at the end of the story. Otherwise, the characters are based mostly on file cards, and a bit on the original Marvel run. This story stands alone from the previous stories in this run.
___ "So you're the "next generation American fighting soldier,"" said Duke, thumbing through Lt Latimer's file. "Looks like you perform well in training, although Barbecue notes you lacked a sense of humour in the last training ex. I'm surprised he passed you. We'll keep an eye on that." He flipped a page. "You had a decent combat tour before selection. But you only come off probation after a combat op with us, with approval from the whole team. Got it?" Latimer nodded. "Until the boys come up with something better, you'll go by Super Trooper. And don't get carried away by rank. Hawk or I pick the team leaders for tasks, and team leaders pick their teams. Be prepared to work for E-4s and 5s. Get to know everyone's specialties. We're not a hierarchical unit. There is no organogram here. We're completely networked." He flipped to the last page. "What a trial," muttered Duke, tossing the file on his desk. "I'm going to the gym. Go find Ripcord for a para refresher." Latimer slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and headed for the locker room to ask for directions. ***** "Hey - new guy - what's your handle?" asked Ripcord sitting on the ramp of a C-130, sipping from a can of beer. Lt Latimer took a breath. "Duke labelled me 'Super Trooper.'" Ripcord smirked. "Well, you free fall qualified?" "Actually, no. I was slated for the course, but then this came up." "Don't worry about it. We're doing refresher." He jerked his thumb in the direction of a few Joes tossing packs into the plane and grabbing beers. One, wearing an Australian slouch hat, had an enormous waxed mustache and had his shirt open to his waist, exposing gold plated dog tags. "We'll have you up to speed in a day." Super Trooper frowned and pointed to the beer can. "Isn't there a ban on alcohol around the aircraft?" "You really are green," scoffed Ripcord. "Maybe in the rest of the forces, but those rules don't apply here. Grab a 'chute. Let's go over the drills." Latimer threw himself into the training, visualising drills and procedures, developing the start of muscle memory for contingencies. They paused for coffee and Latimer leaned back on the plane's ramp. He looked at the sky, startled at the changed position of the sun. "What time is it?" Recondo checked his watch. "1400." Latimer was amazed at how time flew. He took a closer look at Recondo's watch - gold with a Joe logo on the face. "Is that custom made?" Recondo glanced at it and shook his head. "Well, sort of." He pointed to the wrists of other Joes, pointing out similar gold or titanium Joe watches. "We liberated some Nazi gold on a past op, so buy these for full time members after they complete a couple of combat ops." "Right," laughed Super Trooper. "That would be illegal." Recondo shrugged. "Why should that concern us?" |
10-06-2015, 11:11 AM | #174 |
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Super Trooper walked through the motor pool, running his fingers lightly over the armour plating of the assembled vehicles. He found who he was looking for emerging from a turret wearing greasy coveralls, clipboard in hand.
"Hey boss, got a question for you," Super Trooper said. "Hawk's the only boss around here, but go ahead," said Major Storm. "What's your take on jumpmasters drinking on the job?" Major Storm sighed. "Look, this unit isn't like any other. Sometimes people take the risk-taking too far, but the operating culture encourages it." Super Trooper nodded, and looked at Major Storm's bare wrists. "Do you have one of those fancy Yo Joe watches?" Major Storm nodded. "Yeah. Got it about a year after coming here after doing a few ops. Why?" "Recondo said they bought them with looted money. At first I thought he was screwing with me, but . . ." Major Storm laughed. "He's screwing with you. We buy them out of unit funds, not public funds." "That's a pretty healthy fund for such a small team," muttered Super Trooper. "Yeah, well . . ." said Major Storm, frowning, "some of us chip in more than others. How's the training going?" "It seems pretty loose." "It's about flexibility and dynamism. You'll figure it out. But why you coming to me with this?" Super Trooper shifted on his feet. "I guess 'cause I don't really get the chain of command here." Major Storm shrugged. "There's Hawk. There's Duke. There's Flint, Stalker and Beachhead. Then there's the rest of us. We take charge when we need to. We follow when we need to. It's not like big Army. Or like JSOC. We're a bunch of networked specialists. When a mission leader needs your skills he'll include you on a team." Super Trooper ran his hand over the heavy vehicle and sighed. "I've never been picked last for anything in my life." Major Storm pulled himself out of the turret sat on the hard armoured plating. "After you called out Barbecue and Airtight on their urban ops drills you should expect to be under scrutiny." Super Trooper threw his hands up in the air. "Come on Maj - it was live urban ops in buildings filled with burning pot seized from who knows what DEA operation, with every Pink Floyd album simultaneously blaring from the largest speakers I've ever seen. What kind of training is that?" "It was with simunition, not live ammo," shrugged Major Storm. "Gotta be flexible. That's the motto here." |
10-06-2015, 12:28 PM | #175 |
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Now I want to hear about the Trial. I'm assuming they had their masks on but Super Trooper did not.
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10-06-2015, 03:20 PM | #176 |
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10-07-2015, 10:53 AM | #177 |
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Repeater swore to himself as he looked over his team roster. He paused in the hall, considering arguing against the one name he'd been forced to add, but remembered the look in Hawk's eye. He pushed open the door to the locker room and looked around.
"Super Trooper, you're with me. We've got an assault objective - we're raiding a compound tonight." Super Trooper leapt to his feet. "Fantastic. When's the brief? What do you want me to prep?" "Whoa, slow down cowboy. Have your breaching gear on the flight line at 2000. We'll brief on the way to the objective. Now Grid-Iron wants you to get your ass over to the field for football practice." "What are you talking about?" Repeater tossed his pen into a garbage can and headed for the door, working kinks out of his neck. "Go play football. We don't raid until tonight." . . . 2245 Hours A red flare burst overhead. "End-ex," called Hawk through a megaphone. "Let's sum this one up. Everyone back on the birds and back to camp." Puzzlement crossed Super Trooper's face. "But we're not done. In fact, we’re just about to get to parts with real value." "We covered the key points. Back on the bird," shouted Hawk, pulling a cigar from his jacket. Super Trooper glanced around, noticed Repeater climbing into a different helo, and did a quick head count as the team climbed back into the original helo. "Half an hour to check over team kit and turn in weapons, then to the team room for an after action review," Super Trooper shouted over the din of the rotors. "Nice try," said Hawk, clapping Super Trooper on the shoulder. "Turn in kit, then it's unit integrity time at the bar. Get your priorities straight. Don't let paperwork get in the way of your effectiveness." "With all due respect Hawk, an AAR is all about our effectiveness. This wasn't a slick ex, and we can do better. Like if we do better pre-mission preps, for example" Hawk's eyes narrowed. "You calling out Repeater's leadership?" "What? No!" "Let me tell you something," growled Hawk, stabbing the cigar in Super Trooper's face. "Our missions are no-notice missions. If you can only take an objective in training by following a manual from start to finish then you won't make it on the real ops. Hear me?" Super Trooper blinked. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Good. See you at the bar." Hawk stepped off the helo, disappearing into the gloom. |
10-07-2015, 11:59 AM | #178 |
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Man Supe better lighten up or he might not make the team.
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10-08-2015, 10:17 AM | #179 |
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10-08-2015, 10:18 AM | #180 |
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Hawk tossed back a shot, followed by a beer, slamming the glass on the table. Flint's glass hit wood a moment later.
"You're getting soft Flint," laughed Hawk, glancing around at his troops in the various corners of the bar. Movement at the door caught his eye. "Ah, our choir boy joins us," shouted Hawk, pointing to Super Trooper at the door. "Come, have a drink!" He waved to the waitress for another round. Super Trooper pulled up a chair, and accepted a bottle of beer. "I've been going over our training logs," he started, hesitating as Flint caught his eye and shook his head fractionally. Hawk clenched his jaw and put his drink down slowly. He took a breath and stared Super Trooper in the eye. "Here's the deal. We arm wrestle. You win, you can tell me what you think of training in my unit. You lose, you pack your bags and you're gone before dawn." The bar went silent as the men stared at each other. "When I tell you what I think of training in this unit, will you actually listen?" asked Super Trooper, holding Hawk's stare. Muscles worked in Hawk's jaw. "Let me give you my own after action review," Hawk growled. "I'm unsatisfied with the program that brought you here. I'm changing the criteria. I don't care about expert infantry badges. We've all got 'em. I'll look for a Medal of Honor recipient." Super Trooper drained his beer. "Thanks for the drink." He stepped away from the table and turned towards the door. "You could have had a place here," said Hawk. "Too bad you had to take the 'special' out of special warfare." |
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