Eddie Brock
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Silverstein
Ezekiel
Hillan
Captain Uni
Neziul"Hrrrg."
As reveille echoed throughout the dawnlit Base, a red haired man in slacks and an undershirt rolled over, discarding himself from his low bunk and flopping unceremoniously to the ground. As a laugh from one of his peers in the fairly small officer's quarters (know for it's slightly fluffier and bug free beds, while also being closer to the lounge) rang out, Pendleton Abernathy sputtered, "You shut up."
Sitting up, a hand rubbing the short hair of his pounding head, fighting itself in hangover, Pen made to dress himself, throwing on a slightly wrinkled blue suit coat to match his slacks and a white tie over a light gray dress shirt, along with a MARINE band on his arm. Scratching at his green eyes, he stumbled along as the officers moved out, Justice coats ruffling as they were slung over shoulders.
In minutes, they were neatly assembled at the head, as the enlisted Marines filed up by division in neat rows. Though next to the officers, already standing stalwart, they were indeed a cut above. (Though as if to challenge that observation, Pen's head lolled a bit as he tried to sneak in some extra Z's)
He snapped up once everyone had assembled, as a cry of "Attention!" rang out throughout the dusty courtyard. Stepping in front of the men of the South Blue Marine Headquarters, a broad man in a silver suit with a blue tie came to a halt facing the rest of the Marines. His head of long orange hair was topped by a Marine cap, while the white Justice coat fanned out behind him.
Rear Admiral Zhuque announced, "Men, at ease!" As Pen loosened his stance, the man began, "The seas around here have quieted too much, so today marks a change in tactics! Divisions are going to be reorganized, and we will be sending out another patrol boat. Assignments will be posted by nine hundred hours. It will also include reassignment for those boarding the ship of Commander Ferghus MacLaomainn of the 120th Blue Branch Base. He will also be bringing in a contingent of civilian workers, who have been contracted to refurbish select areas of the base." There was a murmur of interest, and a few hopefuls making guesses as to what was getting fixed up. This Headquarters was not in the best shape, to be honest. With a nod, Zhuque concluded, "Dismissed."
As the crowd broke up, many going to their daily tasks, or off for a meal at the mess, Pen was hunkering for some solid food as well. Shame he wasn't quite fond of the slop regularly served. Sadly, he prefer dining in the Undertown when he could make it: beyond the walls of the HQ were the Base Town, where families of stationed Marines lived, but further below those cliffs was the impressively slimier Undertown. It wasn't so much a den of criminals as it was a hangout, where folk talk about dealings in quiet or code rather than actively engage in anything unscrupulous. Shame for them, Pen had a good ear. But with that Ferghus set to arrive at any moment now, Pen would just have to settle for the standard grub for today...
As reveille echoed throughout the dawnlit Base, a red haired man in slacks and an undershirt rolled over, discarding himself from his low bunk and flopping unceremoniously to the ground. As a laugh from one of his peers in the fairly small officer's quarters (know for it's slightly fluffier and bug free beds, while also being closer to the lounge) rang out, Pendleton Abernathy sputtered, "You shut up."
Sitting up, a hand rubbing the short hair of his pounding head, fighting itself in hangover, Pen made to dress himself, throwing on a slightly wrinkled blue suit coat to match his slacks and a white tie over a light gray dress shirt, along with a MARINE band on his arm. Scratching at his green eyes, he stumbled along as the officers moved out, Justice coats ruffling as they were slung over shoulders.
In minutes, they were neatly assembled at the head, as the enlisted Marines filed up by division in neat rows. Though next to the officers, already standing stalwart, they were indeed a cut above. (Though as if to challenge that observation, Pen's head lolled a bit as he tried to sneak in some extra Z's)
He snapped up once everyone had assembled, as a cry of "Attention!" rang out throughout the dusty courtyard. Stepping in front of the men of the South Blue Marine Headquarters, a broad man in a silver suit with a blue tie came to a halt facing the rest of the Marines. His head of long orange hair was topped by a Marine cap, while the white Justice coat fanned out behind him.
Rear Admiral Zhuque announced, "Men, at ease!" As Pen loosened his stance, the man began, "The seas around here have quieted too much, so today marks a change in tactics! Divisions are going to be reorganized, and we will be sending out another patrol boat. Assignments will be posted by nine hundred hours. It will also include reassignment for those boarding the ship of Commander Ferghus MacLaomainn of the 120th Blue Branch Base. He will also be bringing in a contingent of civilian workers, who have been contracted to refurbish select areas of the base." There was a murmur of interest, and a few hopefuls making guesses as to what was getting fixed up. This Headquarters was not in the best shape, to be honest. With a nod, Zhuque concluded, "Dismissed."
As the crowd broke up, many going to their daily tasks, or off for a meal at the mess, Pen was hunkering for some solid food as well. Shame he wasn't quite fond of the slop regularly served. Sadly, he prefer dining in the Undertown when he could make it: beyond the walls of the HQ were the Base Town, where families of stationed Marines lived, but further below those cliffs was the impressively slimier Undertown. It wasn't so much a den of criminals as it was a hangout, where folk talk about dealings in quiet or code rather than actively engage in anything unscrupulous. Shame for them, Pen had a good ear. But with that Ferghus set to arrive at any moment now, Pen would just have to settle for the standard grub for today...