Turn 6: Promotions & Downtime

[Cartwright]

Time: 1300 hours
Date: 4/16/2138
Location: Onboard the U.S.S. Normandy

The Marines of the Hell Hounds stood at rigid attention. They were all wearing their Dress Blue uniforms. Keeping to the tradition of the United States Marine Corps, these men wore the same uniform and received the same symbol of prestige as the USMC. The only difference was the SMC symbol that had been sewn onto the upper portion of the right arm.

Captain McCoy, along with an unfamiliar man strode up. The two observed the platoon intently. Captain McCoy had just recently been assigned as the company commander. The Hell Hound personnel inspection was about to occur. The two went down the two columns of men and inspected each one. Their uniforms looked outstanding and they knew their knowledge. Even Lance Corporal Godchild has his appearance down, though they hit both Hayek and Godchild on the strict regulations concerning grooming.

Pleased with the platoon, McCoy turned to the unfamilar man. He smiled at him, knowing this man could get the job done quickly. He would get the Hell Hounds into tip-top shape.

"Hell Hounds, this is your new platoon commander. Second Lieutenant Luke Johnson. He will be in command of the platoon until further notice. I hope that you will show him the respect he deserves as you did your former platoon commander. We are unsure if his posting with your unit shall be permanent or temporary, but for now, consider it a temporary placement. Lieutenant, carry on with the plan of the day!" Captain McCoy said.

"Aye, sir!" Lieutenant Johnson said, then turned to his men.

"Alright you pussies, at ease! I have a few things I need to address. First, I am your new platoon commander and I expect to be treated with respect and nothing more. You can hate me for all I care, but I WILL be respected," the lieutenant demanded, "I am a hard-charger and am no way a paperpusher. I attended OCS at the U.S. Naval Academy and I am proud of it. I may be British, but that means nothing here. I am an expert shot and have racked up some kills in my time. I hope to see the best from you."

"Now, I am sure you are going to dislike me. I do not play nice with anyone, especially not those damned Squibs. Hayek, Godchild, you need to get your asses a haircut. I want you guys lookin' ace for the next inspection. You are supposed to be the best. Well, prove it to me or fail miserably. I'll be in my office for now. If you have any questions, you can meet me there. And no, I do not know what your next mission is. Dismissed!" The lieutenant said, his voice thick with an English accent.

The Marines nodded and dispersed from platoon formation, gathering up into their own little group. This was definitely something to talk about.

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[Shadow]

Hayek burst into laughter once the liuetenant was out of ear shot. "That guy expects me to get a haircut!" He laughed louder now he stopped and looked back at the troops. "Alright, let's move out Godchild, we probably should get a haircut to humor him... Maybe still keep it half a centimeter out of reg standards just to annoy him if he goes that indepth with regs."

[Cartwright]

"I heard that, jackass!" The lieutenant exclaimed from another room.

[Shadow]

The Sergeant only laughed harder, "Fuck you too Lieutenant! And welcome to the Hell Hounds! I sware we get better sir!" He couldn't stop laughing now.

[Cartwright]

"I am sure, staff sergeant. Prove it to me tomorrow at 0400. Because, you are going to be drilling, drilling, and drilling. You'll drill so much, your legs will be sore." The lieutenant exclaimed, now equally laughing.

[Shadow]

"You're gonna have to run me pretty hard, sir! Hell, I'll do the drills for the entire platoon!" The sergeant grinned, and knew the lieutenant would take it to humiliate him while he got better rep with the platoon or he could throw it away and seem less of a threat to them, and probably be seen as a coward for not taking a simple challenge.

[Cartwright]

"You're on, mate. Tomorrow, 0400. While you drill FOR the platoon, they can PT until 1300. You get to drill until 0900. Aren't you lucky?" The lieutenant said, grinning evilly.

He had returned in the room and observed the staff sergeant. He was definitely going to like this man.

[Shadow]

"You got it sir!" He laughed and went to get that trim then food and rest for a day of drills and showing off his skills.

[Mr. Death]

Elias decided to get the hair cut out of the way. He went back to the barracks and took the razor to his head. Approximatley five minutes later there was a clean cut ceasar hair cut. Elias smiled in the mirror. It wasn't a normal ceasar haircut like most Marines had. A perfectly shaped mohawk crested the top of his head. It wasn't very tall, but it was still bad ass.
"I hope you like this one LT. Johnson"

He was on his way the barracks. . .He was thinking about some shit from Inspection. . .He had some things to talk about with the new LT.

[Shadow]

Hayek came back his hair looked better but probably something the LT. would find fault with. "Hey Elias, nice cut." He patted the marine on the back and laughed slightly. "What're you up to?"

[Mr. Death]

Elias grinned at his Staff Sergeant
"Well thanks, I did it myself" He punched Hayek in the arm
"I'm not really sure yet. . .You?"

[Shadow]

"Bout to get some rest before my exercise tomorrow." he grinned "I hope the new LT. knows what he's doing, he hasn't seen the Hell Hounds yet."

[Cartwright]

"Excellent job on the trim, Hayek. It's within regulations now. As for YOU, Godchild... a mohawk? It may be cut within regs, but it is not to my tastes. And I'm not sure how my superiors would enjoy seeing you with it. But, I will let it go for now." The lieutenant said, shaking his head.

He walked past the two. He had some devious plans for the next day. Oh, it was about to be hell for them.

[Mr. Death]

Elias chuckled and left Hayek to his rest. He had other business to attend to. Something that had been bothering him since the Inspection.

Elias stood in the doorway to the Lieutenant's room.
"LT Johnson. I request permission to accompany Staff Sergeant Hayek in his drilling tomorrow. These are my boys sir, I take care of em, I patch em up when they're hurt, and I don't let any one of them do anything I couldn't do for the platoon"

[Cartwright]

"Well, aren't you special? No. Sorry. But, no. You get to PT with the rest of the platoon while I humiliate the hell out of the staff sergeant. He may be my platoon sergeant, but doesn't mean I can't have a little fun." The lieutenant said.