Avatar of Komo
  • Last Seen: 14 days ago
  • Joined: 10 yrs ago
  • Posts: 502 (0.14 / day)
  • VMs: 2
  • Username history
    1. Komo 4 yrs ago
    2. ████████ 10 yrs ago
  • Latest 10 profile visitors:

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

This does have my interest.


Poetry. Lance Corporal Charpentier, or Jean as he would like to be called, was writing Poetry. Britta didn't know much about poetry, if anything at all. She wasn't educated very much, even her writing and reading skills were something that was taught and learnt by her own efforts from her friends back in Westershelde. She made that known to him. "I don't know much about poetry. Maybe even nothing at all. I grew up in a farm. Poetry is not something people do around there." Brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, Britta nodded.

"Hmmm..Jean it is then." The other Lance Corporal also followed suit, and requested her to call him by his first name as well, and she simply gave a nod to that. Jean and Isaac. It was always good to know the names of your leaders. Britta nodded in response when he pointed out the fact that she was a gunner as well. Both of them would be the squad gunners and their comrades would be depending on them, as far as fire support is concerned. Two was always better than one. Plenty of fire support was never a bad thing for an infantry squad to have.

The dark skinned lad with the dark hair introduced himself as Jonnie, and slowly but surely, Britta was starting to get to know the rest of her squad. The more names she knew the better. She most probably would remember them all now, but it was still worth trying anyway right? Jonnie also mentioned that he could help them carrying extra ammunition if they needed, and that earned him a thumbs up from her. That would always be good. These guns tend to eat up plenty of ammo, and who knows how much ammunition they'll need before the battle ends.

The crowd was beginning to get bigger as each minute passed. The newest one to join them was a pretty blonde by the name of Paloma Violetta. She even gave them a salute and all. Fancy. Thought they only saluted officers though. She did a mental shrug at the thought. Seems like Paloma knew something about Poetry unlike her. Britta would remain silent as the more educated folks began the talk about poetry. Not long after, another newcomer approached. Judging by the weapon he carried and his introduction, this one was a marksman. A sniper. Mikael.


Adjusting to the military lifestyle wasn't as difficult as she had originally thought, but that could also be attributed to her ease of adapting to new situations. For a girl that lived on a farm, Britta found that she didn't have too much difficulties in getting used to life in the military. Training was tough, yeah but it wasn't nothing that she couldn't grit her teeth and clench her fist until she pulled herself through it.

The plucky lass thrived in the face of adversity, and this was just yet another of the challenges she faced in her life. Whenever she had moments of doubt or despair, she would think about her family back home, and remind herself why she was here. True, the deciding factor in her signing up to join had been the money, but then she realised that being able to fight for her country and its people from the Imperials wasn't bad either.

The routine had been different, and it had been uncomfortable in the initial adjusting phase, but once she managed to work out the routine, Britta quickly got herself used to the rigors of military life. She'd learnt how to operate and shoot a rifle, gone through obstacles courses and ate dry rations along with everyone else. It was only after basic training, that she was selected to undergo specialised machine gun training before becoming a full-fledged gunner. She had to get used to carrying around the heavy gun and its ammunition which was no joke.

Keeping physically fit was an absolute must, as a machine gunner must relocate with their equipment to a secondary position to avoid being zeroed in or flanked by the enemy. She did like the role of providing fire support for her fellow comrades, knowing that the crucial fire support they receive could make all the difference in a difficult combat engagement. Supporting her friends and teammates was just up her alley.

Britta soon found herself attached to the 15th Atlantic Rifles and got into a truck with several riflemen, filling up all the unoccupied seats on the back of the truck. The machine gun she had with her was configured into a light support weapon with a folding bipod detachable drum ammunition container. As the other soldiers assembled and readied themselves for the First Lieutenant to give his speech, and oh what a stiff serious guy he was. Well she didn't know him enough to know if he was really that stiff and serious all the time.

Finally they were dismissed and the groups dispersed as they began to spend what little free time they had left before they all headed to the front. Britta recognised the two Lance Corporals that were introduced earlier, and headed towards them to introduce herself, and it was also there that she realised that the Lance Corporals without the book had a gunner insignia as well. "Morning Lance Corporals Black and Charpentier! Britta Hagen." She said as she pointed at herself. Peering over towards the scribbling guy, she asked. "What ya writing?"
Hey hey,

Sorry for being so late.

Here's my character!



Are you having any character limits? I'm thinking of joining in this if still possible?
Hi, here is my character. Sorry for taking so long. Let me know if it is ok.



Hi.

Mind if I join? Love me a good sci fi.
This looks lit. Even the art looks lit.
© 2007-2025
BBCode Cheatsheet