forum Role-play where we get drafted into the army, and bad things start to go down (CLOSED)

Started July 04, 2018 by @Oakiin

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Okay, he lived in an actual cave. Wow. "I had a cat named Katherine for the longest time. I called her Kat for short." Ellen smiled fondly at the memory.

"Nope," Lennie said. "Was gonna get a dog, but then the war started so….One of my buddies had two snakes though. Arial and Roomba. They were cute."

"Nice. Here's hoping the war only last a short while and we can get reunited with our friends, pets, and families real soon."

Ellen nodded. "Yup."

"Here, here," Lennie agreed. He pushed open the doors to the lunch hall, and held them for Ellen and Vin. Inside, groups of soldiers were moving about, coming or going. It was clear you all hadn't been called here to eat. General Alicia and her top commanders sat at tables set up on one wall. Captain Rau, one of the trainers, looked up as they entered and beckoned you over.
"Squad 300?" he inquired.

"That's us," Vin said.

"Okay, you guys are being moved to Camp Four," Rau said, looking at the papers on his table. "The cars to pick you up will be leaving in an hour, so make sure you're down by training area 1 by then. They'll take you to the trains, and from there another set of cars will take you to the camp. Once you're there, they'll tell you more of what you need to know."

Ellen nodded.

"Oh, I'd better get packed," Vin said. "Meet you guys there?"

"Yeah. See ya then." Ellen made her way back to her tent. She grabbed what few clothes she had and began stuffing them in her duffel bag.

Vin collected his things and, with time to spare, went around camp saying goodbye to his friends in case he didn't see them again. Then he grabbed a snack from one of the secret hiding places he'd made around the camp and set off for training area 1.

Ellen finished packing and headed to training area 1. She mulled over the day's events so far. Allman and Raphael didn't seem like terrible assholes, but that could change. One could never be too careful.

By the time the hour had passed, you and several other squads had gathered and were talking in low murmurs. Lennie was among the last to arrive, giving you both a fleeting smile as he jogged up. "Hey, hey. They here yet?"

"Doesn't look like it," Vin said. "Want some craisins?"

"Sure, hit me up." Lennie held out his hand. "Got some bad news and some great news. Which do you want?"

"Bad news." Ellen said, fiddling with the ties on her bag. "Might as well get the crap stuff over with first."

Vin gave him a handful of dried berries. "I agree. Dinner first, then dessert."

Ellen chuckled at the analogy.

"Bad news, we're going to certain death. That camp is right where the fighting is. They're sending us in as a team to cover the retreat of some important uppity-ups. Which means we'll probably die. Good news is that they chose the best people they had for this job, so at least we got good grades in militia school. High-fives." He held out his hands in a sarcastic manor. "Also, I'm not supposed to know this, so let's keep it hush-hush, kay?"

"Oh." Vin lost his appetite. "Really? I thought I was terrible at fighting."

"'Parently not, partner," Lennie said. "Good job. I'm proud. I'll take the rest of those craisins if you don't want them anymore."

Ellen sighed. "Hooray. Death." She fiddled with her bag some more. "So what's the 'great' news?"

"The great news is that us specifically might not get sent out. They're taking this whole group, but only three squads are actually going down death lane. The rest of us get to chill until the next suicide mission." He considered. "Okay, maybe not 'great' news, but it cheered me up."

"So what're the odds of us getting picked?" Ellen asked.

"One in 12," he replied. "If they're just choosing randomly. If not, I couldn't tell ya."