USMC Rally Point FOB

[Sam Mitchell]

March 11th, 2011
0800 Hours

Only 8 am and the sun is already scorching. Yep, that's L.A for ya. It wasn't in Sam's usual nature to complain, but some things just got on her nerves. For example, a massacre on the whole lot of civilians who wanted to enjoy a quiet morning on long beach. Not to mention, the sun made this situation that much worse.

The Sergeant was walking with a quick, determined step as she made her way to the hangar where her platoon was waiting for her orders. If you'd look at the woman this instant, if your neck could handle the whiplash, then you'd swear someone just stole the last Gatorade bottle. There was no denying, Sam was fuming.

''Marines, listen up.'' Sam started with a shout loud enough to get everyone's attention. Being a woman in the military was enough to stir up a lot of prejudice, now being a woman in charge of a whole platoon, you needed to have steel backbone. However, upon years of serving in the military, the soldiers' prejudice lessened and respect was gained. ''Sam Mitchell, Gunnery Sergeant, that's Gunny to you, Marines.''

The way the soldiers all turned to look at her, with a look of respect for their leader brought a smile on her face, maybe just a little. ''I take it you are aware of the current situation. Their motives, as for now, are unknown. We known absolutely nothing about the enemies we will have to face. We've been thrown in a pitch black room with a sharp kick in the ass, blindfolded.'' The woman paused, combing a hand through her shaggy blonde hair, a slight cynical smirk playing on the corner of her lips. ''What are we going to do about it, men?''

''Annihilate them, Gunny!''

''That's right Marine Corps, take your courage by the balls and squeeze until you can't feel anymore pain!'' Her shouts of encouragement were rewarded with laughs and loud Ooh Rha's from the soldiers.

''Take a good look at me, men, because it's going to be a long time before you see me looking this good.'' A chuckle with a grin was followed by this statement.

[Cameron Huxley]

Cameron's feet clambered down the ramp of the chinook helicopter as he followed his platoon leader, Gunny Mitchell, to a hangar just off the runway. He looked around and saw several other soldiers running from their respected aircrafts towards hangars as well, all rally points. He watched in the sky as explosion after explosion rocked the blue day as large meteors crashed into the ocean. What the fuck was going on? The 22 year old Lance Corporal looked on and listened to the Gunny as she briefed them on what was going on.

"Annihilate the, Gunny!" he screamed with the rest of his platoon. Then he gave an "Oorah!" at the comment she made.

"Gunny, what the fuck are these things?" Cameron called to Gunny Mitchell.

[Sam Mitchell]

Sam moved to sit on an empty corner of a table, setting her the helmet, which she had tucked under her arm, beside her; her shooting glasses sitting idly on the top of her head. Cobalt eyes settled on Cameron, the 22 year old Lance corporal. Sam smiled at the young marine's enthusiasm. From what she gathered from his file, his priorities were straight and his determination was solid. The natural blonde had no doubt he would become a great leader.

''We're not sure what we're dealing with, Corporal.'' Sam hated not knowing they were up against. Being unprepared for battle could get you killed, or worse, your whole team. ''That's why we need to handle this mission with vigilance, we're stepping into the unknown. Like the fucking twilight zone.'' The blonde muttered the last sentence with a sigh. This day is going to be just fucking fantastic. Even though Sam feared the live of her men were on the line, she was strained to sustain the stress and was perfectly capable of keeping her fears at bay. If her Marines noticed she's scared, they sure as hell are going to be too, and that could cost them their lives. A heavy price Sam wasn't willing to pay.

[Jason Tacker]

Jason exited the Chinook helicopter with the rest of his unit, however he didn't go directly to the hanger like everyone else had. Instead he went for a little stroll around the landing zone. He was looking for his brother, Alex Tacker a Senior Airman in the Air Force but more importantly his older brother. After looking through the crowd of bodies ready for action for nearly five minutes, Jason ended up giving up looking for his brother and just hoped that his brother had made it to the FOB. Jason rushed through the bodies of soldiers once again, this time headed for the hanger where the briefing was taking place. He made it in there just in time to hear Sam's balls speech, in which he chimed in with a chuckle of his own.

He then heard the Lance Corporal direct a question at her about what the hell these things were, and she was right these things seemed like something out of the God damned Twilight Zone or something like that. Without even thinking through what he was about to say; Jason raised his hand and blurted out, “Well then ma'am, I have a really stupid question. If we don't have an idea what the hell they are, then how in the fuck do we kill them?” He lowered his hand afterwords and remained silent, waiting for something more to be said.

[Sam Mitchell]

Sam chuckled at the Private's question as she directed her cobalt eyes towards his puzzled gaze. ''No question is stupid, however, the person who is asking it might possibly be. The fact that you're standing here indicates otherwise.'' The blonde smiled at the private as she got up from her perched position on the desk, walking up to Jason's side.

''That attitude can get you killed in battle.'' She placed a hand on his shoulder, turning her body as she addressed all of her Marines. ''Don't underestimate yourselves, enter the battlefield with courage and most importantly, confidence. If your enemy senses her has the upper hand, your death wish might just come true.'' The woman made a motion with her thumb moving in a straight line across her neck to better illustrate her words.

Sam fixed her gaze on Jason again, patting his shoulder amicably. ''Did you forget your training, Private?'' The Protectors' actual teased, earning a laugh from a few of the Marines. ''Just like any other enemy, shot to the head,'' She moved her hand up, pressing her finger in the middle of Jason's forehead. ''To the neck,'' She pressed two fingers against his jugular. ''And, last but not least, to the heart.'' The Blond patted the spot where is heart would be under his tactical vest.

''And if that doesn't work...you're a grenadier, Private Tracker, you know what to do.'' The woman patted his helmet. ''Who are we, Private?'' Sam asked her marine.

[Landin Farley]

Landin walked down the ramp while all his other comrades, some of the newer members actually ducked out of sight and sprinted to cover, which caused him to shake his head, and casually stroll to where his Sergeant was busy pumping up the men and giving them the briefing. She told them that it would be a hard fight but they could overcome it, and then thanks to Private Tracker she demonstrated how to kill the enemy.

Landin remained as passive as stone and only moved a little to shrug his backpack to a different location. He looked around at his squad mates, and his gaze fell on his fellow Lance Corporal Huxley, and he nodded to the soldier acknowledging him and shouting Oorah's when he was supposed to. He smacked a private in the head when he started talking to another one of his friends beside him, and got the nod from the soldier, a nod of agitation but respect.

He waited for the private to respond so they could get on with the mission.

[Vincent Beckett]

Vincent made his way to hangar where a briefing about the day's operations were held. He adjusted the strap on his shoulder as he walked down the ramp and down the runway, where the morning sun already beat down on him with relentless heat.

At the hangar, Gunnery Sergeant Mitchell brief the men and answered questions, drawing both cheers and laughter. But the seriousness of the situation was never set aside. He paid close attention as the Gunny answered the question about how to kill these creatures. However, he never doubted that accuracy and firepower of a platoon of Marines with rifles.

He looked around at his squadmates and saw some nervous faces. Having seen combat before, he knew what to expect, to an extent at least. He stood straight and listened to what his superior had to say, anxiously awaiting deployment.

[Sam Mitchell]

Sam patted Private tracker on the back before turning her attention to the men that joined them. ''Well, well, well. You know, it's not because you're a Lieutenant and Corporal that you have to get here late, marines. Punctuality is a virtue to the United States Army, please do not disregard it at any cost.'' The blonde readjusted the straps on her armor, which was really bugging her. The heat was getting to her, she really needed to go out there and do what brings her bread and butter on her table.

Corporal Huxley acknowledged Farley's head-up to him with his usual combination of a wink and smirk.

A loud crash made the Sergeant jump and turn around to gaze outside. The sky was still clear, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. ''Holy marry mother of fuck...'' Two missiles, most likely fired by the enemies crashed into one of the Army's aircraft, completely destroying it.

The General Major on the Marine Corps made an appearance, the look on his face almost Sam made want to curse. It's not every day that you see a General Major looking this spooked and the blonde knew there was a reason for that. ''Gunnery Sergeant, Mitchell. You have the go ahead to deploy your men. You will lead them to the Compton area. I have a few reports of survivors hiding in the Compton Shopping Center. Be careful Mitchell.'' He vanished as quickly as he showed up.

''Sir, yes sir!'' Sam called out after him as she grabbed her helmet and pressed it down on her head. ''Let's go, let's go! Humvees are waiting for us just out there. Don't fret, stay frosty Marines." The blonde gave a amicable tap on the shoulder and a nod to every Marine as they rushed past her to enter the Humvees. She made sure every last one of them was in place before she took the driver's seat of the first Humvee with Lieutenant Farley to her right, Corporal Huxley and Beckett sitting in the back with Staff Sergeant Deacon.

Huxley tapped the blonde's shoulder. "Hit it, Gunny.'' He said with a smirk.

''Pedal to the metal, Corporal.'' Sam replied with a matching smirk as she peeled out of the airport, heading towards Compton.