[U] Yamcha's Unit

[Burter]

PCs: Yamcha, Gokua, Tapion


It's dusk by the time Yamcha's unit marched out of Croix Noir, but they make good time, arriving at their planned camping spot only a couple hours later.

"Make camp here," Lt. Gokua said aloud to the soldiers around him. "Tell everyone else."

[Aero]

The unit settled down in the open field, under the blissful of the night sky. The sky brought tranquility to Gokua; that?s why he stopped. The stars gleamed beautifully in the sky, and it was truly a sight to behold. Besides, the unit deserved a small rest, for the day was filled of hectic confusion, so the Liutenant felt as if the pit-stop was well-earned.

?First day of the war since my retiring from the military,? the turquoise alien muttered as he looked up at the sky.

His hand slowly slithered into his pocket, dragging out a bottle of Gray Goose; that good vodka. Bringing the bottle to his mouth, he allowed the liquid to enter.

?Ahh?good shit,? he said as he turned his head slightly to look at the unit settle down. His nostrils then flared up once more, similar to the way they did in the barracks; the stench of a fellow alcoholic it was, and he craved to know who it was. ?Who is that?? he asked himself as he slowly made his feet move forward into the crowd of men.

With each step, the smell became stronger, and then as he peered through the crowd he saw the carrier of the stench. He appeared to be an ordinary man, but his elf like ears drew the ex-soldier away from that conclusion. His red Mohawk swayed in the slight breeze that the night presented.

?There?s my culprit,? he said as he slowly walked towards the caucasian-skinned man, who was not far away, just a few feet. ?You,? he shouted as he slowly neared.

Tapion?s head turned ever so faintly as he heard the orange-haired man?s voice call out to him. ?Yes?? he slurred in a frenzied intoxicated tone, curious to know why the Lieutenant called for him. ?What do you need??

?I smell the stench of liquor on you,? Gokua replied as he took another sip of his vodka.

?Well, you drink too.? Tapion remarked. ?So what?s the problem with it??

?Nothing,? he replied. ?I just thought I?d make that apparent,? he continued, taking yet another sip. ?Well, I see that you have a sword as well.? He pointed to the blade strapped on the red-haired alien?s back. ?How convenient.? He placed his hand on the handle of his sword. ?We seem to carry similar tastes in weapons and both have a fondness for alcohol.?

?Strange, ain?t it?? Tapion replied as his eyes locked onto the bottle firmly gripped within Gokua?s hand. ?What?re you drinking on there, fellow alcoholic??

?Just some vodka,? he replied, ?Gray Goose, to be precise.? He looked at the fellow drunk?s empty hands. ?Want a sip?? He extended out the bottle towards him.

Tapion quirked a brow. ?I don?t usually drink that type of stuff,? he responded, ?But?sure, I can?t refuse a free sip!? he noted as he took the bottle of vodka and quickly took a few gulps.

?Enjoy, if you want you can have the rest.? Gokua said as he pulled a cigarette out and placed it between his lips. ?I don?t really need it at the moment.? His words were muffled by the lack of lip movement, for he had to keep the cancer-stick between them.

He slowly pulled a lighter out of his seemingly endless pocket and brought it up to the end of the cigarette. Scraping his thumb against the ignition wheel, the flame quickly flared up, but not wildly. The tip of the cigarette cooked under the heat of the fire. Gokua slipped the lighter back into his pocket and slowly sucked the smoke from the cigarette through the filter?s end, and allowed it into his lungs, pulling the cancer-stick away and blowing the smoke out afterwards.

?That shit kills, you know.? Tapion said as he took another sip of the Gray Goose. ?Not like alcohol is any better.?

?I want to live long enough for this damn thing to kill me.? Gokua replied, smoking. ?Besides, I don?t intend to live very long anyway.?






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OOC: Nothing extraordinary.

[Downy Peach]

?Mr Coffee!?

The young infantry unit jumped, as he felt a hand slither over his shoulder.

?Tapion, what brings you to the back lines with us? Shouldn't you be marching with the generals up front??

It was evidently obvious that the man didn't know Tapion was a simple ground unit like himself. The swordsman twiddled his thumbs, staring at the ground shamefully as they walked. It was embarrassing for him to admit that he wasn't worthy of walking with those on the front lines, but maybe that wasn't the case, infact, he knew it wasn't. It was rather a situation where he couldn't argue about his position, no matter how much he would've liked to control his own force.

?They're just simply on their high horses; heh, Generals eh??

?I mustn't chat. I have to keep my eyes ahead, and my concentration too.?

?Coffee, lad. I'd like to point out, that until we reach a village, nothing will fall out into our hands.?

The two eyed the soldiers and infantry surrounding them, scooting with a hurried pace. They were uneasy about the situation, they obviously hadn't faced an event with such somber air about if before. Tapion's eyes were burning, as he took another sip of the distilled rum in his metal flask.

The men up ahead were bustling, suddenly fidgeting around as if something had caught their eye. It was a good ways away, but still something worth a cautioning. Mr. Coffee stepped back like a poltroon, his eyes fixed on the movement of the generals and other leading soldiers around him.

?Stay right there boy. Don't move, for the love of god, don't shoot either.?

Tapion's commands were short and sweet, and with a hurried pace, he moved on forward to the Lieutenant. Did they have a plan, yet?

[Aero]

Yamcha?s unit continued to move on through the open field that seemed to be never-ending.


?Halt!? Gokua shouted as he raised his hand in the air.

?Halt!? another soldier shouted back to his peers; his peers did the same until everyone heard the message.

Tapion scurried up to Lt. Gokua. ?Why have we come to a stop?? he asked as he looked up at the Lieutenant as he was upon his powerful steed. ?There is plenty of day left and we?d be smart to use it moving forward, and not resting.?

The turquoise alien urged his steed slightly to the side. ?We will be initiating the building process now.?

?Building process?? Tapion quirked a brow. ?Building what??

?Yes,? the orange-haired man replied. ?We will be building a watchtower to scope the plains within a few miles in every direction. It will surely aid us in the future.?

The jolly drunk nodded. ?Okay, that makes a bit more sense.?

?Spread the word.? Gokua noted as he looked at the place that he intended the tower to be constructed. Tapion nodded once more and walked back into the unit and began to do what Gokua commanded. ?Kiel,? he said.

A young warrior stepped forward. He had the typical blue eyes and blonde hair. His face was smooth, and excluded from the facial hair that puberty should have been providing. His armor, though not brilliant, still was adequate for the battles that he was destined to engage in.

?Yes, sir?? He saluted his Lieutenant as he stepped forward. ?What is it that you need from me??

?I need you to spread the word about us constructing a watchtower,? the alien replied as his sapphire eyes shifted over to view the young man.

?Sir, yes sir!? he replied as he left and went into the crowd of confused soldiers, telling them all that they would be building today.


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OOC: Had to get this off before heading to school.