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[color=39b54a][i]S.U.B.J.E.C.T:[/i][/color] Sergeant Anan Ihejirika

[color=39b54a][i]VITALS:[/i][/color] [color=ed1c24]||||||||||||||||||||[/color] 100%

[color=39b54a][i]REGISTERED INJURIES:[/i][/color] N/A

[color=39b54a][i]WEAPON SYSTEM:[/i][/color] M19A78 98MM Multi-Purpose Thermal Launcher

[color=39b54a][i]AMMUNITION COUNT:[/i][/color] 07 / 07

[color=39b54a][i]REGISTERED INVENTORY:[/i][/color] N/A

[color=39b54a][i]GPS LOCATION:[/i][/color] Marine Armoury ----> Dropship, Convergence of Destiny.

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[b]"Call me Anan,"[/b] I said to the Private with a wink, smirking. [b]"Though not in front of O'Henessey, if you wise."[/b]

It was all well and good being friends with the men, but showing it in front of the wrong officers could get a man in trouble. 

[b]"As for A.I,"[/b] I continued, rolling my tongue to find the right words, [b]"They  all like it, most of what I see. Like someone poured coffee over mainframe, yes? Me? Would not trust one to pilot car, let alone big ship like this." [/b]

My English had made leaps and bounds over the last decade, assisted in part by the fact that it was the official language of most military outfits. An army speaking several different languages wouldn't have been an army at all, after all. Sure translators could be called in to accelerate communications, but why bother with the middle man? All things considered, it was an easy language. I spoke it well enough. 

The young Private had asked me to lead on, and not wanting to give the A.I another excuse to ambush me with more of its quirkiness, I obliged him. Our brief journey took us through a series of winding, metal grated corridors, where we brushed by busy ensigns and frantic engineers. Waking up a ship like this from hyperspace required a bit of muscle, but it never failed to surprise me how much work needed to go into checking the systems. Though sure enough, after the diagnostics, spearheaded by the A.I, those flight boys would have spent the rest of the fight sitting in chairs, drinking coffee, and tending to the occasional power outage or system malfunction. Unless the Destiny took a direct hit from a battery of warheads, of course, and in that case I'd be much happier on the ground fighting dinosaurs with plastic cutlery. 

The hangar bay was one giant metal womb. Several vessels were docked along its width, ramps down and ready to receive. Munitions trolleys were rolled this way and that by red-faced deckhands. I stopped at one of these, and grabbed a couple of square mags for my launcher. Like most systems of it kind, the M19A78 98MM Multi-Purpose Thermal Launcher relied on a vertical 7 round magazine. 14 rounds might not sound like much, but I learnt early on in my career that carrying a load of explosive ammunition on a dropship was asking for trouble - not from personal experience of course, but I'd seen some unlucky shit in my time. 

Me and the Private carried on towards the dropship designated for our team, and I could hear the Warrant Officer long before I saw him. I entered first, giving O'Henessey a brisk nod, and took my place in a seat next to our assigned medic. She was pretty enough, that was for sure, but unlike my SO, I'd fired off my smut rounds earlier in life. 

[b]"M'am,"[/b] I said to her, flashing a brief smile. Medics performed a thankless task, dragging our dismembered half-dead bodies across battlefields. Sure they got plenty of praise after the battle, but never during. I could blow up a tank, and get cheered into deafness by my comrades. Our medic might save six lives, braving mortar fire and stray rounds, but no one would give her a pat on the back until said mortar fire and stray rounds stopped... therefore I gave them all the courtesy I could, whenever I saw them. 

She didn't notice though, apparently too busy with the hilarity of our leader's rousing speech. I hadn't heard it, but that man's charisma followed certain tram lines, so my imagination was apt for giving me an impression of what was said.

I looked up at the Private, and nodded to the seat next to me. [b]"Sit, yes?"[/b]