[U] Garlic Jr's Unit

[Burter]

PCs: Garlic, Paragus, Celipa

Finally marching again

[Celipa]

Raditzu Village became a fading anthill against the silhoutte of the rising sun on the horizon, as Garlic Junior's unit began it's march on the morning of the Eighth day. It began just like any other day, and Celipa had no reason to believe that it wouldn't end just like any other day. Either full of bloodshed, or full of treachery. One thing was for sure though - she was a lot happier in Garlic Junior's unit, where she could loosen up.

Celipa now wore her normal saiyan armor, with the red trim around it that represented United's team color. The pack slung over her shoulder contained all of her assassin gear, but she had a feeling she wouldn't be needing it right away. The only thing that wasn't in the pack was her pistol, which was still stowed in its holster around its owner's waist.

"Nice day today, isn't it?" Celipa chimed to a soldier walking beside her, positively beaming. Even she had to admit that she was surprised at herself, being this cheerful in a wartime situation. But morale was high whilst Commander Garlic was around.

"Yes it is," replied the soldier next to her. Cel noticed that he still sounded a little groggy. Maybe he hadn't gotten enough sleep last night? He was human (or at least, looked it), and his brown hair was scruffy and uncombed. His eyes looked slightly baggy too.

There was a long day of walking ahead but being a saiyan, Celipa's muscles were tuned for such tedious tasks so it was nothing to her. She pulled a hair tie off of her wrist where she had been wearing it as a wristband, and tied her hair back in a hasty ponytail to keep it out of her face.

Her tail wrapped around her waist, and she was officially in 'marching mode'.

The soldier next to her didn't appear to be up to much more conversation, so Celipa kept her mouth shut. It was better to conserve her energy anyway, for the battles that lied ahead of them. What pitfalls and traps awaited them past the misleading beauty of the sapphire sky?

[Tobias]

Another fit of coughing bent Garlic over to his knees. The whole goddamned unit stopped moving. That?s the problem with being in charge, the biggest problem. You have to appear to be 100% at all times, or nothing fuckin? works.

?Sir!? One of his corporals moved in to help him.

?You keep your hands away from me!? he gasped. ?Get this fucking unit moving Paragus!? He was angry. Pissed off you might say. Livid. He was irritated at his piece of shit body for getting a cold now of all times. But the clink of weapons and equipment moving all around him eased the pain both in his chest and mind somewhat.

?Sir! Let me look at you.? A medic knelt down beside him. The same one that did the last time this happened. A scruffy red-eyed youth he didn?t care to get a name off of, but he had taken to calling Doogie Houser.

?What did I tell you Doogie?? Garlic?s voice came thick through the mucus in his lungs and throat. A finger jabbed him in the chest.

?Any pain??

?No.? Another hack and a wince didn?t exactly add to his credibility.

?Garlic, sir, let my outfit take a look at you. You might have the start of pleurisy, among other symptoms.? The little man shook his head vehemently. He grabbed tight to the medics shirt and pulled himself up, despite it feeling like moving in molasses.

?What do you think that would look like,? he hissed. Doogie looked into his commanders narrowed eyes but didn?t answer. ?I?ll tell you what. It?d look like I?m weak. Ask any bastard out there what they would think f it, and they would tell you it was no big deal, that it happens to the best of us. Ha!? He paused for another string of coughs to pass though, and continued slightly winded. ?But its what?s in their hearts that matters. Movement will slow? silence? will spread around the fires. Moral will plummet. So in short?I?d look weak. If I?m weak, this whole army is weak. I can?t let that? let that happen.? He froze another fit in his chest. He couldn?t show weakness that way either. Couldn?t even cough. Sneeze.

?With all the respect you deserve, Garlic, I think that?s bullshit.? Doogie grinned and let the goblin use his pant leg for support as they continued to walk with the unit. ?We will fail if you?re too sick to move later. Bravery is commendable, sir, but there is a difference between that and foolhardy. You?re best to us in top shape. Actually in top shape, not acting like it.? Garlic turned his head away, effectively nulling the argument. He refused to be treated for anything other than battle wounds. Anything else is weakness.

?Is it too far fetched to think someone is weak if they hide from their faults?? Doogie muttered, seemingly to no one in particular. Garlic let go of his medic and determinedly walked away.

[Paragus]

Paragus did what Garlic told him and took the troops and marched on. It was a very cold day and it was obviously affecting most of the troops, one being Garlic himself. A cold wind blew and a row of shivers could be heard from the soldiers. The saiyan huddled his arms together for warmth and tried to cause some friction.

The tides of war seemed to be swaying in favor for the united army or so Paragus hoped. A familiar soldier walked up to the front line and confronted the saiyan. It was the man that helped him down in the tunnels of Raditzu Village.

"Sir the troops are talking of needing a break" The man said looking rather cold himself.

"We must press on, I have orders" Paragus replied keeping stern with his decision. "Whats your name private" Paragus asked trying to change the subject fo the horrible weather and the risk of stopping for a rest.

"Maleck sir" Private Maleck responded giving a full salute to the new Liutenant.

The army began to grow restless of Paragus and his ideas to march on. Anger spread quickly and the march came to a sudden halt. The army looked to be starting some kind of mutiny against the new Liutenant.

"KEEP MARCHING" Paragus yelled only to get a response of total disregard and silence.

"We need a break and we are taking one" A soldier stood and said followed by a row of nods in perfect unison.

Paragus was having a hard time running his troops and the bitter cold did not help either. "Listen to me, I am new to this and it isnt easy. I will lead you to victory and i will defend all of you till my death. You will get rest and you will be taken care of. I know my orders and i know how to follow them, following me his also follwoing the road to victory" Paragus finished his speech with the troops beginning to march on once more.

"O thank god" Paragus said feeling quite relieved that he gained control of his troops again.

The sun had fully risen now and it was a beautiful sight to behold. The saiyan hoped that this would warm the air up a little bit. A ray of sunshine came down and gave a warm glow to the frost bitten face of the saiyan warrior. A sigh of relief came over the saiyan has the brisk cold became a warming sensation.

"Ahhhh that feels good, now we can really march" The saiyan yelled with a smile spread across his scarred face. The troops were marching quicker now and the saiyan felt like he had a good grip over his army. He felt that he could win this war. This game had just begun.

OOC: Just a little something to post

[Tobias]

Garlic let all his weight rest on the stock of his rifle, not giving the hint of a thought on the barrel sinking into the ground. Dirt?s not good for a barrel. His eyes were trained on the soldiers downhill, milling around like insects, but they were unfocused. All his attention was inward.

Just go get checked, stop being a pussy.

Pussy? He countered himself, That way?s the pussy way out. You cough a little and run to the doctor?

?Feh,? the goblin breathed aloud. It was pointless dwelling on it. He pushed all thoughts of sickness to the side, even as his breath caught in his throat and he had to clear it.

Gun as a staff he ambled down the small hill and back among his brothers. Dirty faces creased with frowns greeted him, until they noticed who he was. Suddenly every man was a ball of sunshine.

?Hey commander, feeling any better??

?Your barrel?ll get clogged like that, let me clean it for you, sir.?

??Sup little big man?? Garlic ignored their banter and moved on.

?You there! Straighten up! That?s not how we march,? he barked to no one in particular. Dozens of soldiers all around him fixed their posture. Insipid and menial work all this. Marching here or there, talking to civilians. That?s why he was sick, he needed a good fight to clear his lungs of the muck. He scanned the moving crowd for a likely target.

?Hey beefstick!? he shouted at the biggest man he could find, ?You a fighter? Lets spar!? The private looked at him incredulously and kept moving. That bastard, how dare he.

?I?m not sick! Get you ass over here and fight me!? A hand layed down on his shoulder.

?Sir?? His instincts took over before he could stop them. They swung his elbow around and sent the well meaning infantryman to the ground. Ten feet away.

?Fuck. Get him a medic.? His free hand unconsciously groped for the bag of sweets he knew was empty. Something hit him in the head. ?What the fuck?? His eyes swivled to the ground. A pack of life-savers.

?It?s not licorice but I figured it would help.? Garlic looked up into Doogie Houser?s eyes and saw humor in them.

?About that man back there??

?He?d being taken care of. You however-?

?No! Thanks for the candy.? Garlic turned his back him purposly.

?Alright. Just remember the looks on the solider?s faces. They are worried about you, and its hurting morale more than you getting checked out would.?

?Wh? what would I have to do.? Garlic closed his eyes and tried to force down the cough inching up his throat.

?We?d run some tests. Probably remove the fluid in your lungs and recommend-?

?Rest. And lots of it. Isn?t that right?? Garlic turned around and stared back at the medic with a disgusted look on his face.

?If its what I think it is,? he muttered sadly, knowing what the reply would be, ?then yes.? A messenger jogged up behind the goblin and stood at attention.

?Sir?? Garlic didn?t even turn around.

?Yes??

?A message from Hiro.? Garlic finally broke his stare with Doogie and accepted the note. Something was brewing in Freelorn village.

?There?s no time for rest. What?s your real name Doogie??

?Adam Mackenzie.?

?I?ll stick with Doogie. See you later.?