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06-11-2010, 11:00 PM | Post: #1
TommySneak 
Prologue

"Navy? Really?" James said.

"Yep." I replied, "I've sent my papers, and just waiting for a response, hopefully I'll get in."

"Hopefully? You want to get killed?" James followed with a laugh.

I let out a small laugh when Mrs. Anderson, my English teacher, walked in the room. Everyone hushed as she proceeded to the blackboard. She picked up her worn clipboard, and began to call the role.

"Stamp?" She said.

"Here, Mrs. Anderson!" James spoke.

"Rollins?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat. I had answered the role thousands of times, but for some reason that I couldn't understand, I couldn't utter a word. She called my name again, and I was able to let out a small croak. She gave me an odd look, and continued with the role.

Class began not long after, and I began to notice a small puddle on my desk. I looked up to the ceiling, expecting to spot a leak, but nothing was there. I held my hand out to feel for water falling, and I did, but not from the roof. I was sweating a river. As Mrs. Anderson passed out our work, she noticed my sweating. "Daniel, are you okay, sweetie?"

I nodded my head, afraid to attract anymore attention. She acknowledged my response and continued passing out papers.

"Alright, today we're going to be doing some sentence diagramming, if you've done your homework, this should be a breeze. But before we get into our lesson, there are a few students who have a special announcement. First, we have Riley Hart. Come on up to the front of the room and tell them what you've decided to do!"

I watched as Riley walked up to the front, looking around the room at all his peers, nervous. He stood at the front, cleared his throat and spoke.

"M-my name is Riley Hart, for you that d-didn't know, and- and, uhh..." He froze, took a deep breath, collected himself and continued. His talking only made me more nervous. I knew that after just one or two others, I'd have to tell everyone I was joining the Royal Navy.

There were a lot more signing up than I originally thought. At least six others went up before it was my turn, but none were joining the Navy. I felt like an outsider among outsiders, but I went up nonetheless.

"Hello everyone, my name is Daniel Rollins, and I'm joining Royal Navy. I am doing this because I fear that if I don't make a stand, all that I know will be destroyed. To save us and our families."

I had become so swallowed up in my speech, which came out surprisingly smooth, I didn't have anything to follow it up. I ended with a "Thank you" and sat down.

The rest of the day breezed by, but the Navy stayed on my mind, as if the two of us were stuck in time with no escape. On the bus ride home, Mr. Mackey, the bus driver, reached under his seat as I got on.

"Rollins!" He shouted as I went to my seat. I turned back as pulled something. "I hear your joining the Navy. Take this, it was from my days on the ships."

I stared at him, feeling some sort of sudden bond between me and him. He gave me a smile and I turned back down the center isle, and into my seat. "Thank you Mr. Mackey." I said from my seat, slipping the hat onto my head. "No problem," he said, starting the bus, "just don't get it wet."

I smiled giving him a thumbs up. James found me in my seat and sat beside me.

"So, you're really going through with it." His jokester mood had vanished, replaced with a somber acceptance.

"Yeah. I am."

"You stay safe out there on the water."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. Don't you sit around here worrying about me. That's Rose's job."

Rose was my girlfriend at the time, and was always worried about where I was going and what I was doing, and as annoying as it sounded, it was nice knowing someone cared that much about you. As we approached my stop, I took my hat off my head and slid it into my satchel. Mr. Mackey opened the door, and I stepped off the bus, giving him an imaginary tip of the hat, and walked down the pathway and into my house, where my mother was waiting on the couch, a paper in her hand. At first, I thought it was my grade report, and I had scored poorly in one of my classes, but then it hit me. I could see the tears welling in her eyes. "Do you want to do this?" She said, in a barely calm voice.

I gave her a nod, and she broke down. Dad was coming home from work, probably five minutes out. I walked over to my mom and gently took the letter from her and read through it. I had been accepted, but I was ordered to leave that night for training. Those five minutes were about to be an eternity. I slowly set down the letter on the old coffee table, and went into my room to pack.

I began to cry as the clothes filled my suitcase. I threw in some toothpaste, a toothbrush, and deodorant, the only three things dad said I needed to bring. I wiped the tears from my face with my shirt and after about a half-hour of packing, I came back out into the living room, where dad was listening to the radio, his hand over his head.

"Dad." It only took that before he started bawling.

My mom had recollected herself, but you could still tell she had been crying. Her eyes were a fiery red, and her makeup had smeared dramatically. She began to comfort him, leaning her head into his shoulder and staring into nothingness.

"Your bus arrives at seven. Are your things ready?" Dad said as he tried to control his crying.

"Yeah. It's packed. I'm ready." I didn't want to sound eager to leave, but I was in an odd way, excited to go. I knew my disposition would change soon.

The next three hours consisted of silence in the living room, save for the radio, waiting for my ride to the base. Fort Randal was the only local base with a area suit for ships, and it wasn't exactly local. It was located nearly 1,500 miles north, a definite overnight ride.

In the last fifteen minutes before my bus arrived, I gave both of my parents a long, loving hug, and sat down to talk for the last few minutes. Our small going away party was interrupted by a knock on the door. My father got up to escort me, but I motioned him to sit down. I went to my room to get my suitcase, and was out the door. It was pouring rain outside. I had just gotten on the bus when I realized, I had forgotten something. The bus was already in motion before I noticed though, Mr. Mackey's hat by the foot of my bed. I relaxed into the seat as the sunshine turned to darkness. Earlier I couldn't stop thinking of the Navy, but now, that hat wouldn't stop bothering me. I felt guilty and ashamed, but I knew it was nothing compared to what I was about to experience. After an hour of fighting sleep, I finally dozed off in the seat.
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Journey; Part I


When I woke up, I remember seeing the blazing sun over the horizon of trees. There was some light activity on the bus, small conversations, anxious faces, but nothing more. Before long we were passing through a coastal area, with an industrial complex off in the distance. We turned a long bend and made it to a stoplight. But we didn't continue.

The driver pulled right, into a vast parking lot, full of cars, and told us to get off. After we had unloaded, things and all, we went into the supermarket sitting right in front us. Before letting us loose inside the store, he began to speak.

"I bet you're all thinking 'Sarge, what the hell are we doing here?'. We're here so you can stack up on grub, because trust me, back at the base, they don't know how to cook a grilled cheese. Hopefully you brought some money, because the Navy ain't free either. Go inside and hurry, we've got thirty before the bus comes back."

Standing in the parking lot was the first time I ever got a decent scale of all who were with me on the journey, and to be honest, it wasn't a lot. I could barely count twenty of us, including me. I also realized while I was strolling through the store, that our drill sergeant wasn't a typical gruff and tough guy. He had a normal voice, one not much different than ours, deep brown hair, and was about the same height as us.

I didn't pick up much from the store. I grabbed a thermos and a few bottles of juice and water, some gum, and a big bag of potato chips. I had 150 dollars with me, and my total cost that day had already chewed up about twenty. I left the store and immediately popped a piece of gum in my mouth. I went to the sergeant, who was still by the entrance, and asked how much longer we had to travel. "We're just a few miles past halfway, we won't be there until about six o'clock."

"Thank you." I said and walked off.

I settled down on the asphalt and enjoyed my gum. It remained relatively quiet. Very few of us knew each other, and weren't very ready to introduce ourselves. Except for one.

His name was Cory Hage, and he had a whole load to talk about. But he started simply.

"Hey, buddy! You look kind of lonely. My name's Cory, yours?"

"Daniel. Daniel Rollins." I spoke hesitantly.

I could hear the bus approaching, and knew it wouldn't be long before we moved out again. "Mind if I sit next to you on the bus?"

"No, I don't." I said, almost cutting him off. "Gum?" I offered.

"What flavor?"

"I don't know, just the regular kind, I guess."

"Sure!" Cory said as I pulled the stick from the package.

"There you go. The flavor goes kinda fast, but if you hold it under your tongue, it should bring some of it back."

"Noted." He said, pretending to write on a piece of paper.

The bus pulled into the lot, and the sergeant, Sergeant Harris, began to herd us to the bus. When we all boarded, Harris pulled down a projector screen. Cory took a seat beside me and was quite hushed while it played. It was an introduction to life in the Navy, and what we could, and would expect to see and do during our service. It showed pictures from the First Great War, sinking ships, big anti-aircraft guns and the sort. It was the kind you'd expect to see at the end of a movie where they urge you to join the military to help win the fight.

Sergeant Harris popped the roll out after it was finished and waited before putting in a new one. We exited the city after about thirty minutes and were racing down another highway. It looked very similar to the highway we were just on, except for the fact we could see mountains to our around the highway. "Hey, Danny." Cory whispered, "You see these peaks. These are like the ones I used to climb back home. They weren't as tall, but they were a thrill!"

I smiled. I had always wanted to scale a mountain since I was a young boy. There were no mountains near Waterford though. The closest range was a hundred miles off, the Whispering Peaks.

Harris got up again and put a new movie in, this one was an action-romance story, which I wasn't much a fan of. The movie started with a woman in a fancy restaurant with her fiancée as they enjoy their dinner. A group of men dressed in black suits burst through the front door and begin firing Tommy guns wildly. The lady hides under the table, but the gangsters find her and drag her away to their car. Her fiancée tries to save her, but is shot dead as he approaches. The rest of the movie was basically a sort of hostage situation, which I found much too boring. I laid the back of my head on the seat and took a nap.

I knew it wasn't a long nap, because when I woke up, the movie was still running, but much nearer to the end now. I searched inside my suitcase for my thermos and water. I opened the top of my thermos and poured the water in, put the water back and began to sip slowly. They sun began to rise more, it had to be at least ten o'clock when the film ended. I could see clouds forming off in the distance but didn't pay them much mind. We still had at least 7 hours on the bus, and I didn't have enough tired in me to nap again, so I simply took in my surroundings. I knew it'd be a long time before things would be this peaceful again.

I had to let those thoughts slip though, I couldn't be carrying baggage for some ridiculous future that wasn't even certain. As the high mountains began to roll away, replaced with low, rolling hills, I jerked myself upright in my seat. The full weight of my situation hit me. It sent me racing through the war up to this moment: Shibino-N's, pilots from Shibino, serving under their own army but allied with the Nationals, invade Aloft, a Liberian archipelago, and kill nearly 1,900 sailors and 200-some pilots. Sound Island, further west, is invaded on the same day, but better resistance is put up against the Shibino. Royal Carriers were sent away from Aloft after news of the invasion, where I was heading as well.

I felt very queasy, like I had eaten and got on a roller coaster. I became lightheaded and the world began losing it's beautiful saturation. This feeling stuck with me throughout the majority of the ride. My head was teeming with activity. Questions would run into each other, answers no where to be found. As the last thirty minutes came, from what I could tell, clouds were building. Big, dark, menacing clouds, ready to dump rain all over the seaside.

Cory had fallen asleep beside me, and I had decided to wake him up. Enjoy his last few minutes of relaxation before training began. The low hills passed the land back to the mountains, and they seemed to continue for miles in any direction. Sarge got on the intercom for the first, and last, time to point out the base in the distance. It wasn't hard to spot. A Concord-class carrier was riding idle in bay, possibly the one I'd be servicing on.

It was hard to tell the sun was setting. The cloud made everything look indifferent. My symptoms were still clearly evident, but had subdued themselves greatly since before. Strangely, as we got closer, I started feeling better. As we passed through a tunnel, I got a good look at where we were going to be stationed. It all seemed so normal, except for the enormous floating city, and the huge 4,000 foot runway running beside it. I could see our training planes, standard deep navy blue with orange and white checkered design mid-fuselage and on the tail.

I got another stick of gum, to ward off the boredom now that I wasn't feeling as bad. Sarge put on one last film that seemed really recent. It had color footage, and had some film from the Aloft Raid. The journey lasted less time than the movie did. We stayed parked outside the entrance to the base, when another man stepped on the bus. He announced himself to be Fleet Admiral Fletcher, a high ranking navy officer with more prestige than "the Prime Minister himself".

"Welcome to Fort Randal Training Facility. Before I get into anything technical and brag about how it much more state-of-the-art than Fort Bridgewater, I'd like to say it's an honor to have all you brave young men on this bus. The next eight weeks here are going to be a tough, tough time in your life, I ain't gonna lie, but your gonna come out stronger than you ever could imagine."

The Admiral whispered to the bus driver and got off the bus. We swung a left into a bus lot where a few other buses were parked, but empty. We sat, waiting to be instructed off. Cory had been quiet, and he still wasn't talking. I decided to leave him alone and waited for the bus to unload. Sarge gave the driver the all clear and we began filing out to the building in a light drizzle. The sky was a somewhat of a beige tone, with clear skies slowly vanishing over the sea. After we got inside the building, I saw all the men walking around with their fresh, crisp Navy caps. I thought of Mr. Mackey's hat. I didn't let it bother me this time like before though, I couldn't.
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06-11-2010, 11:06 PM | Post: #2
TommySneak 
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06-11-2010, 11:08 PM | Post: #3
TommySneak 
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07-11-2010, 03:01 AM | Post: #4
Zachary0015 
Very nicely written.
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07-11-2010, 03:04 AM | Post: #5
Nightowl12 
Reported my posts xD Lol, like i said before very nice.

I am Nightowl. I was a fourth generation writer here. You guys are eighth or ninth, I lost count. Anyway, I used to love this game, this forum, etc. But I don't browse here very often anymore.

Anyway, there's a little info about me. Yourself? What are you like?

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07-11-2010, 03:23 AM | Post: #6
NATIONAlDECOY113 
So far....

(07-11-2010 03:01 AM)Zachary0015 Wrote:  Very nicely written.

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08-11-2010, 12:43 AM | Post: #7
TommySneak 
(07-11-2010 03:23 AM)NATIONAlDECOY113 Wrote:  So far....

(07-11-2010 03:01 AM)Zachary0015 Wrote:  Very nicely written.

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08-11-2010, 01:01 AM | Post: #8
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It's very nicely written?

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08-11-2010, 01:15 AM | Post: #9
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I enjoyed the journey part I and found one mistake.
At the we could,and when to expect it, You say "We" Twice.
Other than that, you have me hooked. Please continue.

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10-11-2010, 05:18 PM | Post: #10
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This is a very good story it is easy to follow, as a pretty good story line, a good use of paragraphs. I give it a solid: 8/10

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27-11-2010, 09:02 PM | Post: #11
TommySneak 
I have been really busy lately, scored high on my PSAT's AND my Explorer tests, so lots of conventions and fieldtrips. I also got a new girlfriend, so I have her as a priotiy as well. HOWEVER, I have my Saturday and Sunday off, so I will be updating Cup O' Joe AND this story.

Get ready, I'm on a two day rampage.
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27-11-2010, 09:11 PM | Post: #12
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Off-Topic: You got a girl huh? Congratulations man! (and for doing well on the tests of course)

On-topic: I think this story will be successful and I hope it DOES NOT get suspended.

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27-11-2010, 10:20 PM | Post: #13
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Congrats on the girlfriend amigo. Your lucky... Sad
Anyways, a long smooth story.
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