Turn 9: Back On The Normandy

[Matt]

"Roger sir." Meyen said while running away to find Higgins.

He eventually found him giving an interview to Hoot and had the camera and microphone fixed upon him. Meyen ran up to the camera on it's tripod and kicked it over, not hard enough to break the whole damned thing, but enough to break the lens. He quickly bent over and turned it off. Then Meyen walked to Higgins and slapped him upside his head.

"What the fuck are you thinking private?" Meyen said while grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him aside.

"DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT OR RECORD ANY OF OUR MISSIONS UNLESS THE EL-TEE GIVES YOU PERMISSION! GOT THAT? NOW SIGHN THIS AND GIVE IT TO ME WHEN YOUR ARE FINISHED." Meyen said while releasing his neck.

He then walked to Hoot and Jones and handed him and her the gag orders and explained to them if they see any other Hell Hounds, tell them to go to his private quarters. Meyen didn't find any other other Marines in the platoon, so he headed back to his quarters.

[Sergeant Gravitt]

While trying to find his 'squad' (and he used that term lightly), Sergeant Gravitt came across the little scene unfolding and blew out a soft sigh; not a very good way to handle that situation...but effective nonetheless. Once the other Sergeant passed, Gravitt worked toward the Marines in the corridor and offered a hand to the FNG. "Rule of thumb; get the CO's permission before trying to broadcast anything. Number two; stay the fuck out of the rest of our way and you might not wind up an...accidental casualty."

There was no malice in the Sergeant's voice, no anger; it was calm, smooth, even...icy. His eyes swept over the FNG, Hoot and Jones and he grunted gruffly. "Names, the three of you."

[Cartwright]

Higgins picked up the camera and sighed. That was not how he had planned things. He would now have to go and requisition a brand new lens. Hopefully they would not charge it out of his pay check. He needed the money for other things. When he heard the sergeant ask for his name, he turned to him and said, "Private Robert Higgins, Combat Correspondant."

Higgins lifted up the camera and walked away, heading towards the requisitions office on board the ship. Hopefully they would have a lens, otherwise he would have to order one.

[KillaPlay63]

When Private Washington had gotten to the Mess Hall. He had arrived just in time to find a Marines running out of the Mess Hall carrying a tripod. So he walked over to find some of his fellow Privates on their ass while being talked to by someone.

He decided that it was none of his business and walked on to the chow line. After he returned to the scene he discovered the the Marines sitting next to each other.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot was in the middle of saying "Fuck off" just as the Meyen, the new Platoon sergeant, came storming up and gave the Journalist...... "Combat Correspondent". He hated journalists just on principle, they would throw their own grandmother under the bus if they thought it would get them a Pulitzer. "Sgt. Meyen your my hero" Hoot said in a nerdy, nasal voice.

Jul 3, 2008 15:57:52 GMT -5 Sergeant Gravitt said:

His eyes swept over the FNG, Hoot and Jones and he grunted gruffly. "Names, the three of you."

Hoot looked up to see a rather scary looking man hovering over him, one he would not want to mess with unless he had the urge to become a pancake... or a flap jack, whatever you want to call it. He saw 3 chevrons on his shoulder and the piece of cloth sewed onto his uniform that read "Gravitt". "Sergeant Gravitt, I am PFC Schmidt, please call me Hoot though, thats what the ladies like.... right Jones?." he said as he glanced over at Jones, than back up at the Sergeant.