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Post by Jimmy on Oct 23, 2021 11:04:28 GMT -5
Jimmy was laying in he's bunk bed, blowing out air from the cigarette, while looking at hes squad members doing what they now were doing, drinking, fighting, what renegades would do now and then, they were on an Imperial Cruisher, waiting for an assignment or just any orders to do, he looked out the cow eye of the ship, down on the planet he was from, which he missed dearly, for a second he was home in the pub, but those times were long gone.
the star cruisher would float calmly around, patroling, doing supply run, he had no idea what the were there for, him and the penal squad was placed here, waiting for anything to do, so in the mean time they would eat, play games, drink and fight each other, it was just how it was, they were Veterans, harden killers, and brutal people, kinda hard to maintain some sorta professionalsm, when you knew the only way you came out of this unit, was in a body bag. he would sit up to crush the smoke in he's armored hand, to get up, wearing he's Combat Medic Trooper armor, with the helmet and gear under he's bunk, the LMG Blaster, The DLT-19 Heavy Blaster rifle, he would clap the gun for a second, to walk over the dining hall, looking at hes people not doing much else.
he walked by himself, not any of the other staff or military personal noticed him or talked to him, to them he was a dog of war, a criminal, an outsider, but he didnt mind, when you was this long in the army in a suicide unit, there wasn't not much else to do, but to just keep marching on, until he got to the dining hall, he grabbed some coffee, a food ration, to walk to an empty table to sit down to enjoy hes ration, it was actual alright that day, it wasn't luxury cooking, but he didnt starve at least, while sipping he's coffee, he would fall a bit into he's own mind, just doing whatever he did when in he's head, no one really knew, no one ever asked, and they would't get a respond anyway.
after finishing he's meal, he would place the tray and mug on the correct places, to just start to stray about, walking he's own ways, not minding anything, not doing salute for anyone, not answering to anyone, he would just walk about, unlesh it was a direct order to the Penal, or to him as a Doctor or Combat Medic, he didnt really mind the others, though people knew he was friendly enough, for a murderer to be. he started to walk back to he's barrack, to see what the boys and girls were up to, probably nothing good, they never were, but then again, they lived how they were served, by the code of the penals, to protect they're families from penaltry from they're mistakes and failures.
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