Post by Vio on Jul 9, 2020 15:55:39 GMT -5
Alexis #8 — Oswald #8
“Ensigns, Ma’ams,” Drescher Oswald said, matching march with the leading ladies. As a Warrant Officer assigned directly under one’s charge, he had some leeway within the operation, though he half-expected Miss Conway to glower at him and tell him to return to his assigned position within the marching order. Fortunately, she did not — she didn’t even so much as look at him.“Apologies, but,” Ozzy continued:
“What’s our itinerary, if I may ask?”
Typical of him, Alexis smirked slightly, though quickly straightened her visage. The path ahead had steepened somewhat as they began to pass through the more densely wooded midlands, interlaced with steps both natural and man-made. Always one to ask the questions, she duly noted before finally turning her head to look him in the eye, though first glanced to Ensign Kokomatsu to see if she had anything to express on the matter.
“Our first waypoint is just ahead, Warrant Officer,” Lady Stoneheart notioned. Ahead, through the break in the greenery, stood some type of structure — a pillar of blue crystal that seemed to serve as some sort of archaic marker of Crysiland’s native culture. The path beyond split in two directions, one steepening and heading deeper, and the other curving off into the distance. “Lieutenant Commander Ryouto has determined our best course to approach is from here, to which I wholeheartedly agree,” she said with subdued certainty, “and from here your questions will be answered in due time.”“Understood, Ma’am,” Oswald saluted:
“Where is the Lieutenant Commander…?”
“Present,” Alexis replied, at least somewhat aware of her commanding officer’s chosen routine. “Now, Warrant Officer, please wait here and rejoin with the rear guard,” Miss Conway said strictly. There was time for questions, but on the march was not it. Realistically, his odd manners were a welcome breath of fresh air, for each question that Oswald had presented had always forced her to think — something she was personally quite fond of. Some might have seen it as insubordination, but he always seemed to know where to stop in her presence.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Ozzy confirmed, breaking to the road’s side and holding stance, looking significantly more out of place than most. While seamen of all ranks passed him by, many with sabres at their hips and rifles on their shoulders, he stood there unarmed. He felt at least a few glance in his direction as he awaited their passing, watching as the Ensigns led them onto the curving path that worked its way towards the island’s base — a fortification that just about broke the canopy from where he stood.“Is it just me,” a familiar voice commented:
“Or is this island rather empty?”
“Yeah,” Oswald replied, beginning to move again with the latter units. “We haven’t seen a single person yet and we weren’t met with any immediate resistance,” he continued, keeping his eyes on the treeline. Perhaps he was being a little too wary, but Seawoman Leyla Dubov had a point. Every step they took drew them closer and closer to the base — every step closer to the enemy. The silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves in the distance, the odd animal cry, and the rhythmic march of boots, was deafening…
Conway Alexis | #4682b4 (Steel Blue)
Drescher Oswald | #213439 (Gunmetal)
Leyla Dubov | #f6e0a4
Marines | #eeeeee