Post by Aubs on Jan 9, 2015 16:07:31 GMT -5
They had been here far too long. It was never good to be stuck at the higher headquarters, even if it was on the Paradise side of the Grand Line in this case. The crew had been waiting no less than a month longer than had been reported. Supposedly the orders were still being worked out to give this fledgling crew a home base and mission statement. With all of the changes to the Marines in the last year just what was coming down the pipeline was unknown. Still sitting here in Marineford was hard for the crew in question, especially its young Captain. Every time he had been fortunate enough to visit the heart of the Marines operation he had either been imprisoned or badly beaten for his views on Absolute Justice. The last year here had been less traumatic however, even though it had been every bit as taxing.
Currently, the captain of discussion, Captain River A. Rutherford was sitting in the small wing of an office building near the docks that had been allocated to his crew while they were on the island. It had enough barracks for the Soldiers, with a few side rooms for the officers, most of which had been turned into other facilities, like the gym that the crew was using to train in currently. At the moment the crew had two platoons of marines, with enough Petty Officers to command them. River had an executive officer, LT Wilde, but no platoon leaders. It was customary to attach newer officers to platoons in order to grow their tactical knowledge, but in that regard our friend was short. They had been lucky enough to get the pick of the litter from recruits over the last few months, but that was about it. And while they could make do a little short on officers, if this show didn’t get on the road then they might all kill each other in the process.
Inside the main office room that the crew still had, where a few desks still had mountains of paperwork on them and a few maps hung from the walls, River sat reading over a particular file. Apparently the Corps had decided that some of his personnel issues could be fixed with new officers, and maybe one last patch of recruits. While he wasn’t necessarily thrilled at the prospect of interviewing new officers, one of two of the candidates had stuck out in his mind. So now, reading their service records made for a decent morning. Having been up for the last few hours had not left our friend River in the best looking condition. Most of his clothing was hanging from a peg near the door, leaving him looking almost like a new recruit.
Now River wasn’t a large Marine by any standard, only being about 6 feet tall and under 200 pounds he might have looked like a normal person. The tight white t-shirt he had on was emblazoned with a seagull for effect. Coupled with his black boots and pants he could have been a recruit. However the green sash tied around his waist was a bit out of the ordinary for a Marine but suited him just fine. Finally his blue bandana from his years as a recruit was tied to his head, pushing his blonde hair back from his eyes. He didn’t even carry weapons anymore, the only thing on his person being his den den mushi and these files. His posture also showed a man who was concerned with the goings-on around him. This was both a good and bad moment to be a part of. If the HQ was still trying to give him Soldiers then it meant they were not done writing orders. But, officers were the last moves usually made, so perhaps things were getting closer to being complete. Nodding to his own thoughts Captain Rutherford took a quiet bet that he would be called upstairs sometime before the sun went down.
A knock came at the door, which opened immediately as River’s XO walked in. Quinton Wilde had started with River as a recruit three years ago, and now here he was a new lieutenant. By most accounts the rise had been quiet fast, but not necessarily faster than others. Wilde was dressed in his normal attire, having been making rounds instead of reading. A simple pair of black boots and blue pants along with a standard issue long sleeve white officer Marine shirt and a blue tie, untucked with the sleeves rolled up. His Justice Cloak was different than the standard, as instead of tassels he had two small pieces of metal as shoulder pads, as made famous by the Giant Squad. Finally around his waist a brown, padded sword held his trusty saber on its included belt. A small memento, the blue bandana that the marines issued all new recruits, the one that the crew wore as a symbol of pride tied to their arms when boarding enemy ships, was tied into his belt and rounded out his look.
The blue haired marine addressed his commander with quick efficiency, which meant that there wasn’t much time. Wilde had a habit of getting serious when outsiders were around. “The officer candidates have arrived.”
River sighed, and placed the file back onto his desk. Wonder which one showed up first. “Alright see them in, get the men formed up in the bay, I have an idea.”
“Roger.” And with that the conversation was done and Wilde left to collect the newcomers. Officers were trained to arrive early, the enlisted recruits would be escorted to the holding bay inside their little wing shortly. Maybe then a full crew could be cobbled together…and they could get the hell out of here.
Currently, the captain of discussion, Captain River A. Rutherford was sitting in the small wing of an office building near the docks that had been allocated to his crew while they were on the island. It had enough barracks for the Soldiers, with a few side rooms for the officers, most of which had been turned into other facilities, like the gym that the crew was using to train in currently. At the moment the crew had two platoons of marines, with enough Petty Officers to command them. River had an executive officer, LT Wilde, but no platoon leaders. It was customary to attach newer officers to platoons in order to grow their tactical knowledge, but in that regard our friend was short. They had been lucky enough to get the pick of the litter from recruits over the last few months, but that was about it. And while they could make do a little short on officers, if this show didn’t get on the road then they might all kill each other in the process.
Inside the main office room that the crew still had, where a few desks still had mountains of paperwork on them and a few maps hung from the walls, River sat reading over a particular file. Apparently the Corps had decided that some of his personnel issues could be fixed with new officers, and maybe one last patch of recruits. While he wasn’t necessarily thrilled at the prospect of interviewing new officers, one of two of the candidates had stuck out in his mind. So now, reading their service records made for a decent morning. Having been up for the last few hours had not left our friend River in the best looking condition. Most of his clothing was hanging from a peg near the door, leaving him looking almost like a new recruit.
Now River wasn’t a large Marine by any standard, only being about 6 feet tall and under 200 pounds he might have looked like a normal person. The tight white t-shirt he had on was emblazoned with a seagull for effect. Coupled with his black boots and pants he could have been a recruit. However the green sash tied around his waist was a bit out of the ordinary for a Marine but suited him just fine. Finally his blue bandana from his years as a recruit was tied to his head, pushing his blonde hair back from his eyes. He didn’t even carry weapons anymore, the only thing on his person being his den den mushi and these files. His posture also showed a man who was concerned with the goings-on around him. This was both a good and bad moment to be a part of. If the HQ was still trying to give him Soldiers then it meant they were not done writing orders. But, officers were the last moves usually made, so perhaps things were getting closer to being complete. Nodding to his own thoughts Captain Rutherford took a quiet bet that he would be called upstairs sometime before the sun went down.
A knock came at the door, which opened immediately as River’s XO walked in. Quinton Wilde had started with River as a recruit three years ago, and now here he was a new lieutenant. By most accounts the rise had been quiet fast, but not necessarily faster than others. Wilde was dressed in his normal attire, having been making rounds instead of reading. A simple pair of black boots and blue pants along with a standard issue long sleeve white officer Marine shirt and a blue tie, untucked with the sleeves rolled up. His Justice Cloak was different than the standard, as instead of tassels he had two small pieces of metal as shoulder pads, as made famous by the Giant Squad. Finally around his waist a brown, padded sword held his trusty saber on its included belt. A small memento, the blue bandana that the marines issued all new recruits, the one that the crew wore as a symbol of pride tied to their arms when boarding enemy ships, was tied into his belt and rounded out his look.
The blue haired marine addressed his commander with quick efficiency, which meant that there wasn’t much time. Wilde had a habit of getting serious when outsiders were around. “The officer candidates have arrived.”
River sighed, and placed the file back onto his desk. Wonder which one showed up first. “Alright see them in, get the men formed up in the bay, I have an idea.”
“Roger.” And with that the conversation was done and Wilde left to collect the newcomers. Officers were trained to arrive early, the enlisted recruits would be escorted to the holding bay inside their little wing shortly. Maybe then a full crew could be cobbled together…and they could get the hell out of here.
All Marines in search of a crew are free to join. However, only those passing the test will be allowed to join the crew.