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[The Keystone Federation]

FALLUJAH - THE PITS OF HELL



The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
~ George S. Patton

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66QcIlblI1U

Fallujah, the deadliest place on Earth. If the bullets, the IEDs, and the insurgents fail to get you, the heat will overwhelm you eventually. But the deadliest things always have an anti-venom, meet the 2/2 Marines, the most hardcore and badass Marine Company you will ever encounter, and as stated- the most deadly. So far, over the 2/2's six month deployment, only two men have gone KIA, along with a few scrapes and bruises. They've gone through hell and back- and now, your going to join them.

As you and your some 30 odd newcomers step down off the platform, you're already under attack, not only by the sun, but a mortar shell bursts in mid-air over the base. You can tell what you're in for, "What the hell was I thinking, coming to this place." In the distance you can see smoke rising from the city and an RPG streaking towards the base, hitting a tree and blowing it to shreds, the fresh meat jump to life at the sound. But the others, even the men on guard duty that you can see down at the gate seem completely unphased. Suddenly, you feel as if the entire world around you has gone insane, and you are the only sane one of them left. You now know what you're up against, but you're not prepared for the events to come- nobody is.

As you and your fellow Marines of the newborn 2/2 exit the plane, a convoy sweeps in through the gates, the 2/2, the "Warlords", have arrived. This time with the CAAT White, or the "Combined Anti-Armor Team", you can tell by the looks of the weapons they have mounted on their Humvees that these guys mean business. Grenade launches, .50 caliber machine guns, and all of the like. Just as quickly as you are able to stretch your feet, you're being dragged into the vehicles with a select few others and with that, the convoy is gone again, taking you with it. You can hear "God Smack" playing in the car in front of you and a dog team along with them. If it hasn't come across to you by now that the 2/2 don't fuck around, it's come to you now.

As your convoy continues down the highway, "Highway Jackson", you pass a sign that reads:

MAHMUDIYAH 14 MILES

[Cylarn]

Aboard one of the HMMWVs, Captain Lynch was set up. As 2/2's overall CO, he was in charge of all operations for the company, and that meant leading the finest company in the Corps into Hell itself. While the other vehicles blasted rap and heavy metal, Lynch's HMMWV blasted 70's music, such as Rock the Boat and YMCA. Although Lynch liked the music, he was far from being gay; he was happily married and had a family. As he looked over a map of Mahumudiyah, he smoked a cigar, marking certain points on the map as he chilled in the back of the HMMWV. This was his "personal" command vehicle, and it was clear that he had established himself in here. The walls beside of him were lined with personal notes as well as pictures of his wife and children. He looked out the window, and saw the kids emerging from the plane.

[The Keystone Federation]

After the short ride from Mahmudiyah, through Fallujah and Ramadi, and finally arriving at Asad Airbase, the convoy came to a halt. In Kyle's Humvee, he in the passenger seat, God Smack was blaring. He was arguing with the dog team over a game of Madden which he had lost the other night. The dog team was not really a team, but more or a pair, there was Lance Corporal Mike Dowling and his dog, Rex- who we've taken to calling Sexy Rexy. The damn dog was biting me every time I went to grab the radio, and soon a small "play-fight" began between him and me, which seemed to happen every time we rode together. But once the vehicle stopped the dog's behavior stopped and it looked to see why we had stopped, knowing what was going on -the new fresh meat was here -I got out of the vehicle and said goodbye as two of the guys in our Humvee exited to go home. "You luck bastards." I told'em. Then I called out a list of names, "If I call your name please get into one of the humvees, ASAP. Private First Class Aja Boone, Lance Corporal Michael Piction, Seaman Apprentice Vanessa Collins, Private First Class Jennifer Walker, Lance Corporal Tucker Gallagher, Private First Class Alexander Abercromby, and Lance Corporal Benjamin Silva- you are all coming with the 2/2 the rest of you, stay put and await your orders." I watched as a few men with the 2/2 got out of their vehicles to rush the fresh meat into their vehicles, we were sitting ducks for a mortar strike like this, so we needed to get moving fast. I got back inside my vehicle, which now had two empty spots in it, and of course, Sexy Rexy had to stick his head out the window to see what was going on, stealing my seat in the process. "Dowling, get Rexy out of my seat." Of course, Dowling found it hilarious as Rexy sat and growled at me. After a little argument I finally persuaded him and he went back with his handler. I waited for the fresh meat to pile on so we could get Oscar Mike.

[Galdius]

Snips*

Aja stepped off the plane into the war zone of Iraq, the sun began its slow onslaught on Aja, the sounds of war plagued the distance, she gripped her M16 tightly as she spotted smoke arising from the war torn city, watching as an RP flew towards the base, but it struck a tree, blowing it to pieces, the other soldiers on the base seemed almost unaffected. "Fuckin' hell." she muttered, anxious about being in this cess-pit, she was rather twitchy by the mortars bursting over the base and RPG that just obliterated that tree. She watched a convoy pull up near the plane as they came to a halt before a soldier quickly emerged. "Lucky bastards!" the man exclaimed before he began to call out names.

Yea, lucky that I got deployed in this shithole.


She was surprised to hear her name got called out, she'd be joining the 2/2. She had heard about those those guys were pretty badass and hardcore, men got out of the Humvee to rush her and the others who got called out, Aja quickly moved to the convoy and climbed in the Humvee that she got rushed into.

(If the empty seats that keystone mentioned are take-able, I'm in one of them [please], if not I'm somewhere else. )

[The Keystone Federation]

As Kyle got settled back into his seat, and Rexy finally let him get to the radio, he began to get back in contact with Mahmudiyah. "CAAT White to Overlord, package is secured, ETA to base is thirty mikes, over." He heard the low rumble of Rex growling in the back and turned his head, expecting to get a playful bite, but instead saw that one of the new guys- or woman, in this case -had made her way into the convoy. Dowling quickly corrected Rex and he went back to panting and slobberng all over the front seat, especially on Kyle. He turned back, "Welcome to hell, Marine. I'm Staff Sergeant Stokes, this is Lance Corporal Dowling and his Military Working Dog Corporal Rex- we call him Sexy Rexy- and this is Corporal Smith, our chauffeur for the day." Stokes extended a hand, which Rex felt obligated to nibble at, "Your name is?"

[Galdius]

As Kyle got settled back into his seat, and Rexy finally let him get to the radio, he began to get back in contact with Mahmudiyah. "CAAT White to Overlord, package is secured, ETA to base is thirty mikes, over." He heard the low rumble of Rex growling in the back and turned his head, expecting to get a playful bite, but instead saw that one of the new guys- or woman, in this case -had made her way into the convoy. Dowling quickly corrected Rex and he went back to panting and slobberng all over the front seat, especially on Kyle. He turned back, "Welcome to hell, Marine. I'm Staff Sergeant Stokes, this is Lance Corporal Dowling and his Military Working Dog Corporal Rex- we call him Sexy Rexy- and this is Corporal Smith, our chauffeur for the day." Stokes extended a hand, which Rex felt obligated to nibble at, "Your name is?"

"Aja Boone sir." she said in a friendly tone, shaking the man's hand before sitting back, placing her hand back on her m16's hand guard, she stared out the Humvee windows out at the burning city. "Seems like a fitting name." she joked, although it was fairly fitting for this place, the constant heat, the angry insurgents and the death machines known as IED's all made this place seem like hell. " Nice dog, Have a german shepherd back at home." She said before realizing that she might be talking to much. She sat back in the Humvees chair and kept her eyes out at the side of the road, keeping her rifle close and her witts closer.

[The Keystone Federation]

As Kyle got settled back into his seat, and Rexy finally let him get to the radio, he began to get back in contact with Mahmudiyah. "CAAT White to Overlord, package is secured, ETA to base is thirty mikes, over." He heard the low rumble of Rex growling in the back and turned his head, expecting to get a playful bite, but instead saw that one of the new guys- or woman, in this case -had made her way into the convoy. Dowling quickly corrected Rex and he went back to panting and slobberng all over the front seat, especially on Kyle. He turned back, "Welcome to hell, Marine. I'm Staff Sergeant Stokes, this is Lance Corporal Dowling and his Military Working Dog Corporal Rex- we call him Sexy Rexy- and this is Corporal Smith, our chauffeur for the day." Stokes extended a hand, which Rex felt obligated to nibble at, "Your name is?"

"Aja Boone sir." she said in a friendly tone, shaking the man's hand before sitting back, placing her hand back on her m16's hand guard, she stared out the Humvee windows out at the burning city. "Seems like a fitting name." she joked, although it was fairly fitting for this place, the constant heat, the angry insurgents and the death machines known as IED's all made this place seem like hell. " Nice dog, Have a german shepherd back at home." She said before realizing that she might be talking to much. She sat back in the Humvees chair and kept her eyes out at the side of the road, keeping her rifle close and her witts closer.

"Well Aja, you're now apart of the 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marines Division, the 2/2, a.k.a the most bad-ass motherfuckers in Iraq." Kyle than turned back in his seat, and cranked up the God Smack, air drumming in his seat and bobbing his head back and forth. Dowling just shook his head in the back seat and laughed. "Same. Just don't make the same mistake as the others have. A MWD- Military Working Dog -will protect his handler till death. So don't get warm with him until he's warm with you, he may look like a pretty dog, but he's just as badass as the other Marines here. Hell, he's above me in rank."

[North Paju]

Mike walked out of the plane onto the hot tarmac of Asad Airbase. The heat from the sun above the cloudless sky was a welcome change to the wet banks of the Mississippi, where Mike was brought up by. Mike squinted at a RPG that struck a tree at the base, and was almost unphased by the incident.

Pfft. Some day these towelheads'r gunna learn to shoot straight huh?

Said Mike to the other troops walking out of the plane. He quickly found himself alone in the crowd, he had been incredibly chatty on the flight over to the Iraqi warzone, some topics were not well received by some members of the flight, but Mike didn't give a shit. He wanted to feel as if his word, in exchange for his sincerity as a brutal, merciless soldier was almost as good as the word of God. Oh, how many times he just had to say that there was only one true God, and not some 'hokum gobbledygook some random made up'.

Across the tarmac, Mike picked out a convoy of HMMWV vehicles. At first he didn't have much cause for concern, until his name was called out by some Official on the ground. He found it odd that an Officer mistook his last name, 'Picton' for 'Piction', but of course this could of been a mishap for military intelligence. Mike readjusted his kit, gobbed on the ground and started to walk over to the convoy. There he met an array of different soldiers and personnel. He quickly picked out the CO who had called him out, due to his rank on his shoulder marking him as a Staff Sergeant. Before addressing himself to his CO, Mike quickly read the name threaded on his uniform - K. STOKES.

Yo. Lance Corporal Mike Picton, reporting for duty Sir. Reckon will kick ass today? Mike joked to Staff Sergeant Stokes.

[The Keystone Federation]

Mike walked out of the plane onto the hot tarmac of Asad Airbase. The heat from the sun above the cloudless sky was a welcome change to the wet banks of the Mississippi, where Mike was brought up by. Mike squinted at a RPG that struck a tree at the base, and was almost unphased by the incident.

Pfft. Some day these towelheads'r gunna learn to shoot straight huh?

Said Mike to the other troops walking out of the plane. He quickly found himself alone in the crowd, he had been incredibly chatty on the flight over to the Iraqi warzone, some topics were not well received by some members of the flight, but Mike didn't give a shit. He wanted to feel as if his word, in exchange for his sincerity as a brutal, merciless soldier was almost as good as the word of God. Oh, how many times he just had to say that there was only one true God, and not some 'hokum gobbledygook some random made up'.

Across the tarmac, Mike picked out a convoy of HMMWV vehicles. At first he didn't have much cause for concern, until his name was called out by some Official on the ground. He found it odd that an Officer mistook his last name, 'Picton' for 'Piction', but of course this could of been a mishap for military intelligence. Mike readjusted his kit, gobbed on the ground and started to walk over to the convoy. There he met an array of different soldiers and personnel. He quickly picked out the CO who had called him out, due to his rank on his shoulder marking him as a Staff Sergeant. Before addressing himself to his CO, Mike quickly read the name threaded on his uniform - K. STOKES.

Yo. Lance Corporal Mike Picton, reporting for duty Sir. Reckon will kick ass today? Mike joked to Staff Sergeant Stokes.

"The only ass kicking that's happening for you today is by the CO you just failed to properly address. Congratulations, you now have my gate duty for tonight." said Stokes, "Welcome to Hell, Marine."

[Bolaly]

Rick got off the plane and stepped into the blazing heat. It was nothing like he had ever felt, and with his full combat gear, he knew that he would have to get used to the onslaught sooner or later, or die from heat stroke. As he was moving towards the convoy that he was told to report to, a rpg slammed into one of the trees near the base. Rick almost dropped flat on the ground and was ready to fight, when he realized no one else even flinched. It was like they didn't even notice, but apparently rpg attacks are pretty common around these parts. He got up, brushed himself off, and continued towards the convoy, but, unfortunately, he could not avoid the snickers from some of the veterans for dropping down like that. He continued walking while some of the other guys heading towards the convoy were making jokes and such, Rick decided to keep to himself until he met up with the rest of his company. When he arrived at the convoy, a few other soldiers were already there.
"Anyone seen the sergeant?" Rick asked.
Someone pointed him to SSG Stokes. Rick made his way towards his HMMWV.
"Sir, Private First Class Rick Boly reporting for duty sir," he said as he saluted his CO.

[North Paju]

"The only ass kicking that's happening for you today is by the CO you just failed to properly address. Congratulations, you now have my gate duty for tonight." said Stokes, "Welcome to Hell, Marine."

Within less than a second, the slight grin on Picton's face was replaced by what could only be described as a 'deer in the headlights'.

'Shit.'' Mike thought in his head.

But he thought before trying to rescue the situation with another wisecrack that could ultimately put him lower than gate duty, Mike decided to regroup himself and recover, to just carry on. Mike coughed into his hand to clear his throat. This time, he looked Staff Sergeant Stokes in the eyes and delivered a sincere apology.

'Yes Sir, Sorry Sir.'

[The Keystone Federation]

"The only ass kicking that's happening for you today is by the CO you just failed to properly address. Congratulations, you now have my gate duty for tonight." said Stokes, "Welcome to Hell, Marine."

Within less than a second, the slight grin on Picton's face was replaced by what could only be described as a 'deer in the headlights'.

'Shit.'' Mike thought in his head.

But he thought before trying to rescue the situation with another wisecrack that could ultimately put him lower than gate duty, Mike decided to regroup himself and recover, to just carry on. Mike coughed into his hand to clear his throat. This time, he looked Staff Sergeant Stokes in the eyes and delivered a sincere apology.

'Yes Sir, Sorry Sir.'

Stokes just smiled and shook his head, "Mount up, Marine."

Rick got off the plane and stepped into the blazing heat. It was nothing like he had ever felt, and with his full combat gear, he knew that he would have to get used to the onslaught sooner or later, or die from heat stroke. As he was moving towards the convoy that he was told to report to, a rpg slammed into one of the trees near the base. Rick almost dropped flat on the ground and was ready to fight, when he realized no one else even flinched. It was like they didn't even notice, but apparently rpg attacks are pretty common around these parts. He got up, brushed himself off, and continued towards the convoy, but, unfortunately, he could not avoid the snickers from some of the veterans for dropping down like that. He continued walking while some of the other guys heading towards the convoy were making jokes and such, Rick decided to keep to himself until he met up with the rest of his company. When he arrived at the convoy, a few other soldiers were already there.
"Anyone seen the sergeant?" Rick asked.
Someone pointed him to SSG Stokes. Rick made his way towards his HMMWV.
"Sir, Private First Class Rick Boly reporting for duty sir," he said as he saluted his CO.

Stokes, who was now in his vehicle looked out the window, his hand resting on the Humvee door, "Welcome to the 2/2 Marines Boly, mount up." He said, nodding.

[Cylarn]

Before Stokes could climb into his vehicle, he would soon hear and feel a tapping on the top of his helmet. The newer Marines would notice a Captain with a massive class ring slamming his hand on top of Stokes's helmet, with the ring turned inward. The ring was way too big to be a Naval Academy ring, and the Captain had a smile on his face as he looked at Stokes.

"Where to today, sir?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. "You are the CO, after all."

Although Captain Lynch was a nice guy, he still felt obligated to let people know their place in the ranks of the 2/2, and when a Staff Sergeant referred to himself as the CO, it was only right for the real CO to correct him.

[North Paju]

Relieved, Picton gathered his kit again and climbed into the HMMWV, one seat behind Stokes.

'So uhh, where we headin' to Sir?'

Mike asked. He also noticed a very well trained dog alongside him, Mike had been around enough dogs to know not to get too close.

'What's your name buddy?' Said Mike to the dog. The dog, also known as Rex or 'Sexy-Rexy' to it's master didn't pay much attention to Mike's question. Being a dog after all.

Mike pulled a CD from his personal effects and passed it to Stokes.

'This music's good but...reckon we could listen ta something a bit more-uhh...Southern? I were thinking some Jerry Lee Lewis.'

[The Keystone Federation]

Before Stokes could climb into his vehicle, he would soon hear and feel a tapping on the top of his helmet. The newer Marines would notice a Captain with a massive class ring slamming his hand on top of Stokes's helmet, with the ring turned inward. The ring was way too big to be a Naval Academy ring, and the Captain had a smile on his face as he looked at Stokes.

"Where to today, sir?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. "You are the CO, after all."

Although Captain Lynch was a nice guy, he still felt obligated to let people know their place in the ranks of the 2/2, and when a Staff Sergeant referred to himself as the CO, it was only right for the real CO to correct him.

"Sorry sir, won't happen again, sir." Stokes said contently, not wanting to piss of his actual CO. While it was intended to be a joke, and really a test to see if the freshie new their shit -which they obviously did not -he doubted the Captain would think it was very humorous. "Sir if you don't mind me saying this, Asad isn't safe from outside attack, your vehicle would provide better protection if we were to get hit right now." After the CO left, Stokes got into the vehicle, the talkative Southern kid in the back spoke up, "Mahmudiyah," Stokes replied looking back through the mirror, "If you want any further information, ask your CO." He said, ending the conversation abruptly and cranking up the God Smack, drowning out Picton's request for country.

[Cylarn]

Before Stokes could climb into his vehicle, he would soon hear and feel a tapping on the top of his helmet. The newer Marines would notice a Captain with a massive class ring slamming his hand on top of Stokes's helmet, with the ring turned inward. The ring was way too big to be a Naval Academy ring, and the Captain had a smile on his face as he looked at Stokes.

"Where to today, sir?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. "You are the CO, after all."

Although Captain Lynch was a nice guy, he still felt obligated to let people know their place in the ranks of the 2/2, and when a Staff Sergeant referred to himself as the CO, it was only right for the real CO to correct him.

"Sorry sir, won't happen again, sir." Stokes said contently, not wanting to piss of his actual CO. While it was intended to be a joke, and really a test to see if the freshie new their shit -which they obviously did not -he doubted the Captain would think it was very humorous. "Sir if you don't mind me saying this, Asad isn't safe from outside attack, your vehicle would provide better protection if we were to get hit right now." After the CO left, Stokes got into the vehicle, the talkative Southern kid in the back spoke up, "Mahmudiyah," Stokes replied looking back through the mirror, "If you want any further information, ask your CO." He said, ending the conversation abruptly and cranking up the God Smack, drowning out Picton's request for country.

Captain Lynch proceeded to return to his HMMWV, and proceeded to ride with the rest of the convoy to Mahmudiyah, plotting out points in the city, and communicating with Command in order to learn his objectives.

[Mizrad]

Walking across the base with his '240 held in his arms in front of him, Matt makes his way to his convoy. For the past few days, new guys were coming in from all corners and the term "Meat" had been brought back from when Matt was in the initial invasion in 2003. Opening the door to the CO's HMMWV he climbs in. Throwing his M240 to the seat in the back as he says
"Cacth meaty."
Before turning to Russel and reaching forward to the radio. Swicthing in the FFDP CD that Harlowe had put in a few days ago, playing "Bad Company" [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mjrf0JWcHys, watch 'till the end for the Generation Kill badassness. Also Cpl. Person from that show is what my guy looks like]
Then slapping Russell on the cheek and laughing a bit, Matt reaches up and mounts the .50. Leaning back a bit, he slaps the roof above Picton.
"Ay, that stupid shit don't fly around here. What's your name son?"

[The Keystone Federation]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmy113gMds0

After everyone had mounted up on the convoy, in one fluid motion, they were out the gates. The CAAT guys were up on the grenade launchers and .50 caliber mounted machine guns. Armed to the teeth, they wouldn't risk their "fresh meat" to be eaten up on their way in. The ride in all took, what felt like hours, when driving past Fallujah- but what was in reality only about fifteen minutes. The convoy encountered no problems on their way back to Mahmudiyah -they had cleared it on their way to Asad -so it was a fairly pleasant time to relax. When the convoy came to halt inside the gates of Mahmudiyah, they were already under attack, light arms fire could be heard from a good distance, before a few splashes of dirt were kicked up at the front gates. It was a small, minuscule, attack, but still showed how open they were out here. Staff Sergeant Stokes got out of the Humvee and adjusted his sunglasses on his face, God Smack went off as the driver flipped the key and pulled them out of the ignition. Dowling jumped out beside Stokes with Rexy Sexy, who glared at Stokes and kept panting. "Bet I can beat your ass in Madden this time Dowling." Dowling laughed, "Yeah, after what? Your fiftieth time?" Stokes just laughed in return, "Damn right I could, first I have a meeting with the uppers, heard over the radio that something's going down tonight, I don't even think Lynch knows yet, so I'm guessing it's something pretty big. Maybe you and Rexy can stretch your legs?" Dowling smiled, "Yeah man, we'll come with you."

Stokes patted Dowling on the back and continued the Captain's vehicle. "Sir, I heard over comms something about a night-raid, do you have any intel?"

[Mizrad]

Matt and Russell's HMMWV:







Swinging the M2 around to a third story balcony. Watching a few flashes come out from a muzzle and the distinct AK ripple, Matt begins to fire. Slapping the charging handle back he aims in and begins to fire. The metal shield on the .50 had the "Camera troll" as he had called it, painted on to it. Beginning to fire Matt's grip shakes a bit as the .50 caliber bullets fly from the barrel. Roaring out and into the building, the window is almost instantly turned to dust as the area around the wall begins to smoke up with dustmfrom the gunshots riddled into a smalll section of wall. . Then suddenly a spurt of red covers the bricks, but Matt just paces the shots and any movement is pointed out until he finds another target.

Flipping around again to a possible RPG carrier on a roof, he squats a bit to adjust for the height before he begins lighting up the roof.
"RPG on the roof! Follow my tracers!" [Again with the Generation Kill referrences]
Watching as a Marine with his M16A4 aims in and starts popping shots off at the roof, Matt grins as he continues to fire until another machine gunner joins in and Matt looks for another target. Noticing they can push up and move past the kill zone they just clearly rolled into. Reaching for his radio he begins yelling.
"Frontside clear, all 2/2 Victors move up!"
Turning to Russell he begins yelling over the heavy gun fire.
"Might want to push forward!"

[North Paju]

Before Stokes could climb into his vehicle, he would soon hear and feel a tapping on the top of his helmet. The newer Marines would notice a Captain with a massive class ring slamming his hand on top of Stokes's helmet, with the ring turned inward. The ring was way too big to be a Naval Academy ring, and the Captain had a smile on his face as he looked at Stokes.

"Where to today, sir?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. "You are the CO, after all."

Although Captain Lynch was a nice guy, he still felt obligated to let people know their place in the ranks of the 2/2, and when a Staff Sergeant referred to himself as the CO, it was only right for the real CO to correct him.

Picton noticed the superior Officer, standing outside the HMMWV.

'Oh!...Uh!...M-Mornin' Sir!' Stuttered Mike, noting his earlier error in regarding the SSgt as his superior Officer when he wasn't. 'Lance Corporal Mike Picton, awaitin' your order Sir!' He finished, though more composed.

Walking across the base with his '240 held in his arms in front of him, Matt makes his way to his convoy. For the past few days, new guys were coming in from all corners and the term "Meat" had been brought back from when Matt was in the initial invasion in 2003. Opening the door to the CO's HMMWV he climbs in. Throwing his M240 to the seat in the back as he says
"Cacth meaty."
Before turning to Russel and reaching forward to the radio. Swicthing in the FFDP CD that Harlowe had put in a few days ago, playing "Bad Company" [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mjrf0JWcHys, watch 'till the end for the Generation Kill badassness. Also Cpl. Person from that show is what my guy looks like]
Then slapping Russell on the cheek and laughing a bit, Matt reaches up and mounts the .50. Leaning back a bit, he slaps the roof above Picton.
"Ay, that stupid shit don't fly around here. What's your name son?"

Mike saw the Marine climb into the mounted .50 in the HMMWV, he wondered when he would get the chance to lay down some serious firepower at the helm of such a gun.

'Lance Corporal Picton, and the only son I am of is that of my Daddy. What about you, Marine?'

[Cylarn]

As the convoy traveled down the road and bullets began flying, Lynch looked unconcerned as he talked to his CO on the radio. LTC Kartune was a good CO; Lynch trusted Kartune's advice, and carried out his orders without hesitation. After receiving his orders, he hung up and radioed to the rest of the convoy.

"Keep on movin'," he said.

[Phonencia]

Tech Sergeant Matthew Shelton sat silently in the back seat of Captain Lynch's HMMWV, leaning forward slightly due to the bulk of the radio and equipment on his back. Feeling the need to mentally fuck with his Marine counterparts just a little, he slipped on a pair of aviators and smirked crookedly at the HMMWV's rear view mirror, wondering if anyone would get the joke.
See it's funny because I'm in the Air Force...
he thought to himself sarcastically.

Unlike his comrades in the Marine Corps, Shelton didn't feel the need to chat with anyone just yet. He was just waiting silently for Captain Lynch to need Air Support, be it a MEDEVAC, air strike or just recon.
The life of a Combat Controller was difficult and stressful, but well worth it in the long run. In just a few years, when he returned to civilian life, Shelton would have a very marketable skill set and a chance to make a large amount of money either as a Private Security Contractor or a civilian Air Traffic Controller. This was what he tried to focus on when things got miserable. The warm bed, soft couch, huge-screen TV and pile of cash.

[The Soviet Union of Mother Russia]

Tucker was playing around in the backseat of the seats in one of the humvee's with his spare detonator, he was constantly flipping the protection cap over the button up, and down, clearly trying to get his mind of the events he had faced. One year wonders, that's what he would call himself, aswell as his other rookies in the Engineer division. It was all the training they got and it wasn't enough. They usually didn't last very long, and bent over to the stress. No matter how much training you have or how strong you are, when you step on the battlefield for the first time, it changes you forever. Fallujah was just another strip of desert, but for some it would be the last thing they ever saw.

After finishing tinkering around, and getting his mind at peace, he fasten the spare detonator firmly in his satchel, turning to face out the seemingly endless ocean of sand. Looking at it made him fell as if he was shallowed up by its ever lasting gaze. For now he just tried to familiarize himself with the men he was issued with, and the envioment. Even though Flint was a shithole itself that he had been living his life at, it was nothing such as this. Hopefully good news would surface soon.

[The Keystone Federation]

Soon enough the convoy pulled into Mahmudiyah and the individual humvees parked in their places, the soldiers dismounted. Lieutenant Colonel Kartune was waiting as they arrived, he walked over to Captain Lynch's vehicle. "Captain Lynch, I need to meet with you at 0900 hours, that's in- 30 mikes, bring the commanding officers and their platoon sergeants of both first and second rifle platoons, understand?"

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Staff Sergeant Stokes climbed out of his vehicle, cradling his SAM-R in his arms. "Fuck its hot out today." He said to no one in particular. The Mahmudiyah base was made up of a large factory in the center, which the 2/2 were using as a Center of Command. LtCol Kartune was using a small room that looked over the factory from the cat walk above it for his personal room and for briefings. The other members of the 2/2 mainly slept on cots in the factory, but a few others, such as Lance Corporal Dowling and his MWD Rex, slept outside in one of the few small hut-like houses. There was two portapotties behind the factory, however, most guys like to hold it- you get hit by a mortar strike and die while your on the shitter- well, not the best way to go. Stokes walked over to Second Lieutenant Browns and Second Lieutenant Doan, the platoon leaders of the first and second rifle platoons. Stokes was one of Second Lieutenant Browns' fireteam leaders. "Sir, I heard over the radio about a raid tonight, do you have any information?" Browns', who towers over Stokes in rank and height, replied, "No, I have just as much information as you do, Stokes. Though if both of us heard of it, I'm sure there's something coming, so don't get to comfortable today." Stokes nodded, saluting Browns, "Thank you, sir." he said quickly, before wandering over to the factory, where he greeted a few other guys. One being Corporal "Red", who got his nickname from being a ginger, the two chatted about random things for a little bit, killing the time.

[Phonencia]

"No way!"
the Air Force Technical Sergeant exclaimed sarcastically, climbing out of the HMMWV and stretching a little. Shelton glanced over at Staff Sergeant Stokes with a smirk,
"Iraq? Hot? How did that happen?"
he asked with a chuckle, adjusting his aviators.
"Wish they'd put that in the brochure."
he tacked on, glancing out at the infinite desert, a hand resting on the grip of his M4 whilst it dangled from its single-point sling. It was the first time the tall Combat Controller had spoken all day.