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Dunruffle
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The cruiser hovered over the planet like a waiting hawk, ready to strike anything that moved. Inside, the ship was a flurry of activity. Crew rushed about preparing for battle as commander Sarah Briggs walked to the briefing room with a young ensign. "I want the 6-4 group in the briefing room as soon as possible, time is of the essence." The young man saluted then ran off as Sarah entered the large room. A tactical holomap table sat in the middle of the room with a circle of chairs around it. She waited as pilots and soldier leaders began filtering in. Soon the room was almost full, looking around she growled as she did not see who she was looking for. "Where the hell is Maupin and Rupen?! Someone tell their asses to get in here!" She huffed in annoyance as the soldiers snickered, knowing full well Argus was sleeping off a hangover. The ensign returned and swiftly saluted Sarah. "Commander Briggs, the 6-4 grouphas arrived and are on their way now."
In the barracks, Argus growled as someone kicked the side of his bunk. "Wake up sleepy head!" The loud and cheerful voice cut into the burly man's ears as he growled and cracked open one eye. "Cmon Nat, knock it off." The sprightly girl laughed and pulled off the blanket and gently poked his side. "Commander is holding a briefing and we need to be there. Apparently we are working with the 6-4 today." Sighing in resignation, Argus got out of his bunk and stretched. Throwing on a shirt over his heavily tattooed and scarred body, Argus splashed some water from a canteen on his face to wake himself up." Remind me next time to not try to out drink those grease monkeys. They spend all day breathing in fumes that some cheap vodka barely has an effect on them." Walking out of the bunk area, Argus nodded to those he passed. Walking into the briefing room, Argus sloppily gave Sarah a salute as Natalie gave a crisp one. "About time you two showed up. This is a joint operation so play nice with the others." Argus laughed as he sat down with Natalie and began talking, not caring if anyone heard. "Those 6-4 shmucks? They act all high and mighty cuz they only employ pilots and they get to choose where they go and who they fight. They only go after the gigs that give them the best PR. When it comes down to the real gritty fighting they are gonna get our troops killed. They dont know how to work with regular troopers, unlike us Marauders. We pilots look out for the grunts and the grunts watch our backs in return." There was a round of hoorahs and grunts of approval from the ground soldiers and pilots as Sarah rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Like it or not you are going to be fighting with them, so act professional or I will revoke your leave privileges."
In the barracks, Argus growled as someone kicked the side of his bunk. "Wake up sleepy head!" The loud and cheerful voice cut into the burly man's ears as he growled and cracked open one eye. "Cmon Nat, knock it off." The sprightly girl laughed and pulled off the blanket and gently poked his side. "Commander is holding a briefing and we need to be there. Apparently we are working with the 6-4 today." Sighing in resignation, Argus got out of his bunk and stretched. Throwing on a shirt over his heavily tattooed and scarred body, Argus splashed some water from a canteen on his face to wake himself up." Remind me next time to not try to out drink those grease monkeys. They spend all day breathing in fumes that some cheap vodka barely has an effect on them." Walking out of the bunk area, Argus nodded to those he passed. Walking into the briefing room, Argus sloppily gave Sarah a salute as Natalie gave a crisp one. "About time you two showed up. This is a joint operation so play nice with the others." Argus laughed as he sat down with Natalie and began talking, not caring if anyone heard. "Those 6-4 shmucks? They act all high and mighty cuz they only employ pilots and they get to choose where they go and who they fight. They only go after the gigs that give them the best PR. When it comes down to the real gritty fighting they are gonna get our troops killed. They dont know how to work with regular troopers, unlike us Marauders. We pilots look out for the grunts and the grunts watch our backs in return." There was a round of hoorahs and grunts of approval from the ground soldiers and pilots as Sarah rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Like it or not you are going to be fighting with them, so act professional or I will revoke your leave privileges."