Cam unceremoniously starts yanking wires and circuit boards out of the panel and dumps them on the floor. "Alas, that would imply that CentCom gives a rat's about us, Zoe. You know damn well they aren't going to spend that kind of money on us. Not when they could be dumping it into the mines." Cam picks up the volt meter that Zoe had left on the floor in front of the panel and begins putting the needle to various wires and fuses. The power distribution wasn't too much different from the communications, and the Warrant Officer knew his way around both.
The man known to the base as 'Mega' calmly sat down to have breakfast in the mess hall, only slightly distracted by the messages on the comm. It was a bowl of cereal with some ridiculous health drink that tasted awful to anyone who had any tastebuds left. Mega was not one of those.
<Cal, you know being vague doesn't help anybody. What the hell is going on and how much are we being paid slash threatened with to go deal with it?>
The Sergeant was checking up on local news with his PDA, a live-feed on the local riots, no less, when the power went out in the mess-hall. "Perkele..." He said, shifting to his feet. <Again?> Leonard called over the radio has he made his way to the doors leading into the central hall. <They need to overhaul these fucking power arrays. They're older than I am.> He said chuckling as he wrenched the powerless doors open.
<Then maybe you should come out here and help us fix it> The captain calls out to Leonard.
The man has a very good point, CalPal.
"Shut up." <Very well, sir: the Mayor of Tartar is holding a riot in front of city hall. We've been asked to clear it out. How many soldiers do we have on hand?>
Seriously, I never really got that. I mean, who was the asshole that named a city after fish sauce?
"Thank god one of us can ask the questions that's on the mind of every scholarly expert."
I know, right?!
CalPal simply sighed.
<Do you have any idea how many times I've had to hot wire this damn system now? This is the third power outage that I do know about this week!> First Lieutenant Alexander Finch was in the mess hall drinking a cup of coffee from out of a white ceramic glass. After taking a short swig he set the glass down on the table where he sat. <Next time I get asked to fix it, I'm going to use thermobaric explosives to solve the problem.>
(I am Finch, previous Thread Creator and former Admin.)
All the circuits that Cam had checked were live. He stood up and kicked the panel with a violent curse, "Stupid fucking system." As if on cue, the power flickered back to life. "Damn right!" Cam shouted in victory. Sometimes, it just takes a little TLC.
<I'm already on my way.> Vox replied as he forced his way into tool storage, grabbing an old, beat up toolbox. <They won't ship us a new one because we accidentally shot down the last supply ship. CentComm won't let us have anything anymore.> His eyes drifted up to the ceiling as the lights came back on. <Cancel my last.> He said, absentmindedly chucking the box back into tool storage.
Originally Posted by Splendorman
The mayor was holding a riot and he wanted the 2nd to clear it out. He was pretty sure one of those statements did not mean what his Major thought they meant, and Mega was inclined to go with the former.
<Why didn't we tell him to simply call the event off? Honestly, if he's holding the damn thing, what does he need us for?> Mega sighed. Joking around probably wasn't going to solve the problem (although you never knew). <As for the ammount of soldiers at hand, I'm still having breakfast, I have no idea. Get every private to march to the courtyard double time and you'll find out how many volunteers you'll get. As for the mission itself, you have my blessing.>
Richard grumbles to himself,"Great, power is back on. But now we have to put down a riot. F-ing fantastic." Richard stumbles out of his room and back to where he was making ammo. He enjoys using a rail-gun, means that you can do some very interesting things with ammo. He is currently making some HE frag rounds.