#166 Marines being Marines

Posted on Fri Jan 27th, 2023 @ 6:05pm by Major Jackson "JJ" Barnes {Meji}

Mission: BUGS OH NO!!
Location: Marine Berth
Timeline: current

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The marines returned to Amandora covered in mud, grass stains, and faces covered in grime from sweat and dust. But, despite all that, all of them were laughing and carrying on, having had a blast doing live fire exercises for ambush and defense, phasers on stun. You got hit you went down on the spot, just like a kill shot. Barnes had tagged Jacobs square in the chest from thirty yards, the Lance Corporal tumbling down an embankment and into a creek as he went down from the stun blast. The problem was that he had landed face down and Barnes had to move from cover to go and pull him from the creek so he would not drown, which put him in the open. A private, now very proud of herself, had shot him in the butt. As his legs went all numb and he was going down she ran in and made a charade gesture of slitting his throat, announcing with glee, "You're dead, Chief!" Then moved on.

After two more runs the marines had called it quits, all of them tired and wore out from the exercise on an actual planet with awesome terrain. Getting to the bunk area they began to strip down, uniforms going into the refreshers, while Barnes went to his small BOQ (Bachelor Officer Quarters) residence. One room with a bed, desk with computer and communications, and shelving. On the wall opposite the bed was his wardrobe and weapons locker, not to mention his own personal safe built under the desk, which he had added a code to and was now using. He too stripped down and wrapped a towel around his waist, walking out and straight to the communal showers. Hanging his towel on a hook he entered the showers, the steamy air not dousing the chatter of the grunts, all of them teasing each other about their nakedness and what had happened to them during battle. Several of the female marines were lookers, but also damn fine soldiers. Especially the one who had slit his throat in the tactical exercise. After showering Barnes shaved his face and rinsed, and then saw to his hygiene.

Returning to his room Jack took his uniform from the refresher and donned it, his equipment belt added last and the tactical holster strapped to his right thigh. Checking his weapon for the charge left, seeing it was good, he re-holstered it and walked out. The unit was now at their racks, getting dressed, popping each other with towels, the works. Some of them even gave each other slaps on their naked asses, male or female, didn't matter. A marine was a marine and they all respected each other as such. A slap on the ass was a show of respect and camaraderie, not meant to degrade. "Alright, alright! Quiet down a moment!"

They all got quiet, even those still pulling on clothing.

"Main lounge, people. Drinks are on me. Remember to be on your best behavior and be respectful of the fleeters. See you there." Barnes turned and left the berth, his gait casual as he headed through the corridors. Everyone else got dressed and began to filter out of the berth as they went to meet with their Chief Warrant Officer for some down time.

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