[IC] The empire needs you!

[BK201]

"Would you like somethig to eat?" The waitress asked kindly
"Oh no,thank you. I'm on a diet" Charlotte replied with a low voice so the guy could not hear, then continued writing on her diary.
"I have to admit, I was expecting to have a bit weird comrades but they are TOO WEIRD" she wrote before closing and locking the diary with a small key, then looked through the window, the valleys and fields were green and full of life as if the war never happened.

[Charlie]

Marcus gets a six pack of beer from the bar keeper, pays the man and takes the beer to the caboose. He then looks around to see if any one is near, looks down the train car for anyone. Marcus opens a beer, takes a swig, he looks down the train car to check one last time, he's good to go. He takes off his shirt and begins to work out and drink beer.

[CommissarRanden]

Nathaniel began clutching his heart. "I'm getting to old for this shit. I need a drink" Nathaniel reached into his pockets and pulled out his flask. He took a deep gulp and set it down. He picked himself up. " Where is the rest of this fucking unit. Lazy pieces of shit" mumbling fuckers under his breath, he took another swing and boarded the train. "Marcus, get everybody else! We need to get this shit on the road. Also, give me some beer while your at it.". Nathaniel pulls out a cig from his pocket and lights it up. He takes a good suck in "I'm getting to old for this shit."

[Charlie]

Marcus hands his commander a beer, and puts his shirt on. He is noticeably sweaty and takes another beer, making that beer number 3. He makes his way thought the cars telling his comrades that the commander wants to speak with us.

[Mtntopview]

Arnold watched the other men drinking. He couldn't help but remember the belief that alcohol was poison. Sure, pure alcohol was, but what these men were drinking wasn't enough to kill them. Unless Arnold decided to help by adding pure alcohol. To see their looks of pleasure turn to looks of pain, fear, and them death would be greatly amusing. However, if he did that he'd be thrown in prison and executed ... If he was lucky. No, he'd have to kill them intelligently, one by one. Making it look like accidents and enemy fire. Of course, right now they would be more useful alive. After all, he was here to hunt down deserters and other vagrants, nobody would miss them ... Right?

[BK201]

Charlotte decided to take a walk, she didn't ñike to be sitting all day.
"I wonder where those guys are.." She muttered when she saw Marcus working out
"..." She was speechless and then continued walking, she found a ladder leading to the roof.
The wind felt great carresing her long black hair, because of the wind the bags could not cover the tattoo she had in her forehead, the mark of her family

[Charlie]

"I tried my best, sir." Marcus said at attention, he proceeds to peel his shirt off and continues with his work out.

[CommissarRanden]

"Marcus, sit down boy." Nathaniel looked out the window and took a big drag. "Boy, stay here. I'll call them in" Nathaniel blew out "UNIT 666 GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE OR I'LL GET MA KNIFE AND STICK IT UP YER ASSES! That is how you call them son."

[Charlie]

Marcus sits across from him he was about to put his shirt back on but that was his as sweaty as him, so he balled it up and set it on his lap and placed his empty beer bottle next to the other three empty ones. He starts twirling his old baton around.

[CommissarRanden]

Nathaniel kicked the train cart "HURRY UP YOU STUPID METAL BEAST!"

[arowne97]

James rolled his eyes while he listened to the others, and then stealthily grabbed one of Marcus's few full beers that were left. He didn't even care that he was only 18. It's not like he'd get drunk off one beer.

[Charlie]

Marcus noticed that James swiped a beer, he chuckles. '...to be young again...' He thinks to himself.

[CommissarRanden]

Nathaniel looks back to Marcus and swiped two beers and drunk both of them at the same time. Then did that again and again. And again. Then he looked at James and Marcus and said "Thats how you do *hic* it ya fucking drunks! *hic*". He sat down next to Marcus and slept on his shoulder.

[arowne97]

James said, "I only got one because I don't feel like shooting my sniper rifle while drunk. Last time I did that I got kicked out of an entire city."

[CommissarRanden]

Nathaniel woke up "HURRY THE FUCK UP YA STUPID FUCKING METAL FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING BEAST TRAIN THING. MOTHER FUCKERS!". He fainted, slamming his head onto the floor

[BK201]

Before Nathaniel could even reach the floor Charlotte kicked him in the face, not hard enough to break a tooth but his nose would surely bleed.
"Behave youselvs! You should act as honorable soldiers from the Empire! You know our work is to help peopole not get drunk or kick trains!"

[Charlie]

"Well... We can do both can't we?" Marcus puts the commander back on a seat and pets his head, and says "It ok. Your a good commander." He lays Nathaniel on the seats.

[Mtntopview]

Armor soon grew tired of the drunken fools, and was happy to see Charlotte stop them. In an attempt to help her dissuade them from drinking, he spoke up.

"From now on, I'll spike every other drink with poison." He said calmly, as if he was offering someone a hand and not threatening to poison them.

[LaXnyd]

Having arrived late due to issues with the military bureaucracy, Kai finally managed to climb on board the train - thankfully, before it departed. Entering the car where the rest of the unit was, he stopped in his tracks when he saw them drinking and kicking the train car right before Charlotte silenced them with a kick to one of their heads.

Deciding not to announce his presence for the moment, Kai chose a corner seat and sat down

[CommissarRanden]

"Hey Silent Boy! Fucking come over here!" Nathaniel looked back at Charlotte "You are being one stuck up bitch right now pansy." Nathaniel got a bandage and put it on his nose. He grabbed a bottle of vodka seemingly from nowhere and chugged it down. "Take that MATHAFACKAS!" Nathaniel fell to the floor, muttering "bitches" under his breath.