Post by Kami-Gaz on Jun 4, 2020 17:19:18 GMT -5
The biting cold had its icy fingers wrapped around the large marine vessel as it lazily drifted through the chilled waters of the artificial bay. The ice bouncing off of its thick hull with small dull thuds and light scrapes that were no cause for concern. It was a simple supply and personnel delivery run to one of the more remote outposts so the ship sacrificed armaments for cargo space and a nice hefty hull for safety. This lead to one downside though… because of this being a rarer run, there was more cargo packed onto the ship than there should have been.
This over flow of cargo, supplies for the troops and pencil pushers that were based on Tequila Wolf, the personnel did not have much room for themselves. In the case of the young Recruit that was currently sat leaning against a crate labelled “Beds & Bedding”, his face covered by a white Stetson hat. This particular marine had not been given quarters for his 4 day voyage to his first proper assignment after training, so he found the most ironic place to make his sleeping spot and claimed it as his own.
“Hoshiko! We’ve made port! Report to your CO, on the double!” A voice barked from a hatch somewhere in the ceiling. This quickly kicked the young marine into gear as he stood up straight and with a quick movement let the hat sit onto his slicked blond hair.
“Sir, yes Sir!” He replied, waking up and getting on his feet properly. His heavy steel capped boots thudded on the metal floor, but the sound was muffled and interrupted by his frantic grabbing of a bag of his things. “Time to make your name Rak, Mum’s got to see me in the news paper by the end of the year.” The lad told him self as he ran to the stairs and made his way off of the ship, through the cold that shot through him like a dagger.
Rakka had not received a jacket and the short jog he took to move from the dock yard into the main base of operations where he was to meet his new CO was the coldest he has ever experienced. The lad from Karate island had never experienced cold like this and it showed, because as he got through the front door his skin was blue and teeth chattering as he offered a salute to the first person he spotted and made his announcement.
“R-R-R-Recruit R-Rakka Hoshi-shiko reporting to the 22nd Division for duty!” He managed to blurt out through his chittering teeth, snow clinging to his skin. The cold piercing his very core… if only he knew that places this cold existed… he would have asked the commissariat for a jacket. “I’ve eaten a Devil Fruit, the Yuu Yuu No Mi and have been trained in a brawling combat by Vice Admiral Chiika Hoshiko. I hope to be of great use to you in your future missions.” He carried on as his body slowly warmed up.
This over flow of cargo, supplies for the troops and pencil pushers that were based on Tequila Wolf, the personnel did not have much room for themselves. In the case of the young Recruit that was currently sat leaning against a crate labelled “Beds & Bedding”, his face covered by a white Stetson hat. This particular marine had not been given quarters for his 4 day voyage to his first proper assignment after training, so he found the most ironic place to make his sleeping spot and claimed it as his own.
“Hoshiko! We’ve made port! Report to your CO, on the double!” A voice barked from a hatch somewhere in the ceiling. This quickly kicked the young marine into gear as he stood up straight and with a quick movement let the hat sit onto his slicked blond hair.
“Sir, yes Sir!” He replied, waking up and getting on his feet properly. His heavy steel capped boots thudded on the metal floor, but the sound was muffled and interrupted by his frantic grabbing of a bag of his things. “Time to make your name Rak, Mum’s got to see me in the news paper by the end of the year.” The lad told him self as he ran to the stairs and made his way off of the ship, through the cold that shot through him like a dagger.
Rakka had not received a jacket and the short jog he took to move from the dock yard into the main base of operations where he was to meet his new CO was the coldest he has ever experienced. The lad from Karate island had never experienced cold like this and it showed, because as he got through the front door his skin was blue and teeth chattering as he offered a salute to the first person he spotted and made his announcement.
“R-R-R-Recruit R-Rakka Hoshi-shiko reporting to the 22nd Division for duty!” He managed to blurt out through his chittering teeth, snow clinging to his skin. The cold piercing his very core… if only he knew that places this cold existed… he would have asked the commissariat for a jacket. “I’ve eaten a Devil Fruit, the Yuu Yuu No Mi and have been trained in a brawling combat by Vice Admiral Chiika Hoshiko. I hope to be of great use to you in your future missions.” He carried on as his body slowly warmed up.