Turn 1: R&R Begins

[Cartwright]

Another e-mail arrived in Godchild's inbox.

Corporal Godchild,

This is Admiral Pickett of the Space Navy First Fleet. I am head of your case here at the Office of Naval Intelligence and one of my reconnaissance teams has gathered some interesting intel. It seems there have been some brutal murders occuring on Jonis V. The culprit or culprits have yet to be located, but the head of the victims is dismembered from the body and left next to it. This has been scaring some of the staff on the Science Team there.

Marine Security has reported that five of these murders have occured and an investigation has been initiated to attempt to apprehend the suspects. Any further information we have will be forwarded to your e-mail either by myself, your company commander, or General Graves. I hope you will be patient as we attempt to gather more information on this incident. Thank you for your time and have a good leave.

Semper Fortis,

Admiral James Pickett
Space Navy First Fleet
Office of Naval Intelligence

((OOC: Semper Fortis: Latin for 'Always Courageous', one of the motto's of the Navy.))

[Mr. Death]

Godchild checked the email, sighed and returned to the bed. He could hardly wait for more news on it. Maybe I'll see you soon Jane. . .

He laughed at Tomala, then stuck a finger on the Swastika tattoo that marred his neck.

"Back in France I grew up the local bad ass. I didn't gave a damn about shit. . ." He shrugged
"I figured everything my country did for me was piss poor, and then I found out abot Hitler, the guy had his shit together. I became the head of a Nazi gang in a small French city. After being convicted of killing 7 men and possibly murdering 11 more, they sent me to prison. I learned all my medical shit from there. The USMC enlisted me during the Strogg invasion. I didn't want to do shit for them, but I didn't have a choice. After that, I'd earned a little respect and they kept me in. They said it was this or death sentence, which is the same thing to me" He laughed and took a drag of his joint

"I've been patchin up wounds since. . .I've been with too many platoons, seen too many of my boys die. . .I'm always the one to live while they die. . .And yet I'm still considered the best damn medic in the galaxy" He shook his head

"There's too many things to tell. . ." His eyes got kind of big and he looked down
"Too many horror stories. . .If you want more you can ask Staff Sergeant Hayek, or Lieutenant Johnson, they've got my dossier. . ." He looked up and seemed less disturbed now.

"You?"

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot took a drink of his root beer.... damn he wished that it was real. "Ehh, grew up with gun-nut parents, always wanted to join the Corps.... ever since I saw my first marine. I dunno why my buddies started calling me Hoot, and I beat plenty of boys up too." he paused for a second "I'm not sure if anyone really knows what my name really is...... Ehh I like Hoot better anyways."

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Tomala explained, '' Ive just a city kid who got caught in bad shit at first I was hanging out with gangsters around 13 in New York City. Around age 16 I began to sell weed for money that needed quick and easy I was already drinking at that age. I had a tough time in High school I was stealing cars and stealing shit from stores. Then I left all that I was goin to join the U.S. Army but I figured I needed a better challenge and more honor and pride in my job so I enlisted in the S.M.C I was inspired at the momment finished boot camp learned all my medical skills from the medical corps. Then the Strogg attacked and you know the rest.'' Then Tomala took a gulp out of his Jack daniels.

[ToxicJones]

"Heh, sound kinda cool. All I got is Jones, used to get on my nerves, but I got over it." She replied, thinking about her past.

[Cartwright]

Staff Sergeant Hayek left his quarters after putting his stuff inside. He felt like staying in the hotel, but something told him not to. He walked out of the building after going down the flight of stairs to the first floor. He sighed as cars drove by and people went about their business. No one here knew the horrors the Hell Hounds had seen. They never would. The Hell Hounds made sure of it. He made sure of it.

As he walked, he saw a kid about fourteen jump out of a car. He was caucasion, but looked foreign somehow. He ran up to Hayek and looked up at him, as Hayek was a few inches taller than him.

"Hey... are you Staff Sergeant Nick Hayek of the Hell Hounds?" The kid said.

"Yes. I am."

Tears almost entered this kid's eyes. He had an Australian accent which hinted to Hayek that he was related to Dunn in some way.

"I am Sam's brother... how did he die?"

Hayek was struck hard by this question. What should he say? Hadn't command sent the letter to his family. Obviously, he could not put so much trust into the SMC on matters of that way.

"He died fighting. He saved a lot of Marines lives." Hayek said, attempting to reassure the teen.

The kid nodded, tears still in his eyes. He walked back to the vehicle, a taxi. He sighed. Dunn had been a good Marine and he had died fighting alright. But, was his life spent or wasted? That was the very question that haunted Hayek as one of the commanding members of the unit. Did he spend a life or waste a life? Dunn was under his command in the cargo bay. Dunn was his responsibility. And he had perished under fire from a Strogg Grunt.

The rest of the platoon were inside, talking to their roommates. And here was Hayek, standing on a sidewalk reminiscing about the death of one of his men. Second guessing himself about the events that had occured.

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[Mr. Death]

Godchild patted the boot on the shoulder
"You'll be okay here. . ." He looked at the door and saw Hayek making his way down to the lobby.
"I gotta piss. . .I can trust you not to drink all of this, hm?" He joked and made his way into the hall way and followed Hayek, even though he was a little buzzed.

He watched as Hayek talked to some boy. When they boy left, he figured Hayek should be able to talk to someone.

"Hey. . ." He said as he opened the door to the Hotel.

"How you holdin up?"

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'' Dont worry Ill hold some drinks for you.'' Tomala said. Tomala began to drown hisself in Grey Goose french vodka on the rocks he was really buzzed as he waited for Godchild. So Tomala thought he would hop on the computer and write an e-mail to his brother Thomas back home in New York.

Dear,Thomas
Hows it goin man you wont believe what ive been throught since Ive finished S.M.C bootcamp. Ive been on two missions. I was serious injured in the second mission by a Strogg grunt you know those Aliens they show on the news. Actally I didnt see one coming he ripped my legs off. But no worrys I have new legs. Combat is adrenline pumping man. So tell me hows it back home in New York I hope everything is the way I left it.

[Cartwright]

"Huh? Yeah... I'm fine... just... thinking." Hayek said, then walked inside and ran up the stairs.

Hayek returned to his hotel room and saw the lieutenant was on the balcony with his laptop in his lap. Hayek sat down in one of the more comfortable chairs and turned on the television.

[Cartwright]

"Hey, Jones... what'cha wanna do?" Hoot inquired, taking a sip of his Root Beer.

He really wanted regular beer. But, they only happened to have Root Beer so that would suffice.

[Mr. Death]

Godchild shook his head. Clearly Hayek wasn't "alright". He took a piss and headed back upstairs.

"You sort your shit out yet?"

[Cartwright]

"I'm fine, Mr. Death. Now, go entertain the boot. He probably'll need it." Shadow said, grinning.

He did feel a bit better, but the thoughts still raced through his mind.

'Oh well, shit happens.' He thought.

[ToxicJones]

"Eh, I don't care. I think I wanna go somewhere though. I really hate these damn lavender walls." They had to be the ugliest walls she had ever seen.

[Cartwright]

"Right. Hmm... let's go shopping!" Hoot said, mimicing a preppy girl's voice.

He laughed and finished his Root Beer. He then turned to her and looked her straight into the eyes.

"So, where do ya want to go, seriously?" Hoot inquired.

[ToxicJones]

"Hmmm... I don't really know. Ugg, lets just GO." At that Jones got up and strapped her boots on.
"You coming?" She threw over her shoulder.