She smiled minutely, never moving her eyes from the sparring men. He contemplated this for a minute, mostly to resist his initial reaction of 'bullshit!' ![]() "Sergeant, have you ever worked in a chain of command that is sane and competent all the way to the top?" "Could you give me a reason why I should chose to agree to go?" She tilted her head slightly as if conceding his point. "Ma'am, given that you can't give us much to go on, I find it hard to decide if I want to do this," he said after a moment. That she, more than a head smaller and still recovering from an injury, could comfortably be in control of the situation while being this as ease, made him wonder what on earth they were facing at that top-secret base. Hell, a lot of their own officers were like that. Most people, when meeting the Recon Marines, felt the need to posture and insist on extreme formality to fill the role. He was vaguely impressed by how personable she was while still undeniably an officer. Usually Marines weren't supposed to ask questions, and perhaps they had thought he would find it easier with a Marine officer than in the presence of his direct superior and a Zoomie major. Just thought you might like the opportunity to ask questions."Īh. "Anything in specific on the base you wanted to see, ma'am?" he asked when she didn't say anything more than her initial 'let's take a walk'. He idly wondered what could have happened at that top-secret place they couldn't tell him more about. The eyebrow was scorched and the skin definitely looked as if she'd had a burn incident recently. He wondered what it would have been like to deal with that sort of thing every single day from bootcamp onward.Īt this angle he could see the burn on her face a little better. It didn't seem to bother her though, her stance alert but at ease. "Should have brought a rolled up newspaper," she said dryly when Manimal wolf-whistled and yelled an invitation to grapple with them. Unsurprisingly, she drew a lot of attention, though Espera yelled at the guys to shut up and pay attention. They stood looking out over the training field. It was remote, it was elite, it had a clear mission, and to Brad's very great irritation, he was curious despite the total non-information situation they had going on. The Major had just finished telling - or perhaps more precisely, not telling - them about a highly classified project that was interested in recruiting them. Like they'd been through a war together, whole worlds of meaning in a shared glance. The weirdest thing was that they seemed comfortable with each other, in a way he'd never seen any Zoomie and marine officer be. Either the damaged skin was pulling, or she was recovering from a neck injury. Lieutenant Cadman had the red shade of a healing burn on her left jaw and the side of her neck, like she'd been in a blastwave, and she held her head carefully. Major Lorne to his upper back, judging from the slightly stiff way he moved his shoulders. Fick was still growing into.īy his eye, they were both recovering from injuries. Her posture was unmistakably Marine-in-presence-of-superior-officer, but she was brimming with energy in that confident, comfortable way Lt. Then, his contrast in any way you'd care to name, a female Marine Lieutenant in her late twenties, thirty at most. Hell, he hardly ever saw this sort of easy frostiness among his own chain of command. Usually those guys' feet rarely touched the ground even when they weren't flying. Perhaps mid thirties, and with the sort of grounded officer calm he'd never seen in a Zoomie. They were the weirdest pair of officers Sergeant Colbert had ever seen, and that was saying something.Īn Air Force Major, not tall but solid. (See the end of the work for more notes and other works inspired by this one.) ![]() ![]() Oh yeah, and in almost all my Stargate fic, O'Neill never leaves as General at the SGC. No reflection on actual people is intended in any way. Secondly, writing about Generation Kill strays uncomfortably close to Real People Fiction for me, so I am going to base this on the fictionalised characters we see in the series, only in my version there was no reporter, no articles or book, and nothing to make these guys any more well-known that any other Marine in Iraq at the time. Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock is already widespread among geeks. The Generation Kill characters are about 5 months back from Iraq. Rock Happy - eccentric or mildly deranged as a result of long overseas duty at a remote station (traditionally an island).Īuthor's wibble: I am completely ignoring any kind of date/year match-up. ← Previous Work Part 3 of Rock Happy 'verse Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 141,680 Chapters: 31/31 Comments: 778 Kudos: 1,106 Bookmarks: 180 Hits: 51,914 I wanna be there when they tell Ray about the space vampires.
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