09-22-2016, 06:53 PM
Surprisingly, Jay was able to shrug just fine in the power armored suit. Would he get in trouble? Eh probably. Would he care? Probably not. Not that he dismissed any and all sense of honor when it came to his role with the Legion, but because something else had been more important than honor at the time. That something was walking on her own two feet now. Besides, the worst had already happened to him, booted from the Raiders. What else could Jacques Danjou do to him? Well. He probably could do a lot. Would he? He wasn't a barbarian. Not like he was going to amputate his own soldiers for fudging orders. Or throw a noose around his neck for walking out. Hell. Maybe he'd get a promotion? Hah. Right.
"I might, but I'm not to worried about it,"
he told Natalie. No point letting her think anything serious might happen. Even if it did, it still wasn't her fault. Jay made his own choices. He laid in his own bed. Wasn't like they were going to cut out a piece of his heart and make him watch as it was thrown to the wolves.
Turned out, he did get in trouble. As far as ass-chewings go, it wasn't that bad, and he was able to eye glaze most of the tirade from his mind. That was lesson number two in boot camp for the green-faced hero of high school that suddenly found himself in deep water. He spent a week on midnight shift watch, though. For the most part, he didn't mind. The nights were quiet in general now that Katlego's men had surrendered and Wallace-Johnson was dead. The temperature dropped too. Jay always preferred warm, humid air to cool breezes, but every once in a while right before sunrise, the wind would take just the right path and carry the scent of sea water to his perimeter. He'd close his eyes and drink in the scent, letting his senses go. And for a moment he could almost hear the crash of waves, see the stars glitter like diamonds, and nearly tremble with heated memories.
So it wasn't all that bad.
He was only able to keep track of Natalie peripherally over the next few days. She didn't need a personal escort any more. And now that Jay was on his own two feet, he was put to work. For one thing, he was promoted to platoon commander, a Lieutenant, a junior rank but still a commissioned officer. Hell it was a lot more than he expected from the marines. Course, the dead bodies in Jeddah had something to do with it. The ranks needed filled and apparently Jay wasn't a completely useless meatsack.
The Red Cross was busy, so that meant Natalie was busy too. He still wasn't quite sure what she did for them, or how she managed to end up in Freetown. She seemed rather high born, if such a term was relevant in 2046. Maybe it was her accent. Either way, he meant to ask her whenever he saw her, but as soon as he did, he never got around to it. Likewise, he meant to be there when she found Vanders, but he missed that too.
Things seemed rather calm at the moment in Freetown. Until the rumors that various diseases were on the upswing. Some of them were things Jay never even heard of. But given the ten thousand vaccines he had as a Raider, he wasn't too worried about contracting anything too nasty.
Unless it was a cold. Those viruses were bitches to get over.
"I might, but I'm not to worried about it,"
he told Natalie. No point letting her think anything serious might happen. Even if it did, it still wasn't her fault. Jay made his own choices. He laid in his own bed. Wasn't like they were going to cut out a piece of his heart and make him watch as it was thrown to the wolves.
Turned out, he did get in trouble. As far as ass-chewings go, it wasn't that bad, and he was able to eye glaze most of the tirade from his mind. That was lesson number two in boot camp for the green-faced hero of high school that suddenly found himself in deep water. He spent a week on midnight shift watch, though. For the most part, he didn't mind. The nights were quiet in general now that Katlego's men had surrendered and Wallace-Johnson was dead. The temperature dropped too. Jay always preferred warm, humid air to cool breezes, but every once in a while right before sunrise, the wind would take just the right path and carry the scent of sea water to his perimeter. He'd close his eyes and drink in the scent, letting his senses go. And for a moment he could almost hear the crash of waves, see the stars glitter like diamonds, and nearly tremble with heated memories.
So it wasn't all that bad.
He was only able to keep track of Natalie peripherally over the next few days. She didn't need a personal escort any more. And now that Jay was on his own two feet, he was put to work. For one thing, he was promoted to platoon commander, a Lieutenant, a junior rank but still a commissioned officer. Hell it was a lot more than he expected from the marines. Course, the dead bodies in Jeddah had something to do with it. The ranks needed filled and apparently Jay wasn't a completely useless meatsack.
The Red Cross was busy, so that meant Natalie was busy too. He still wasn't quite sure what she did for them, or how she managed to end up in Freetown. She seemed rather high born, if such a term was relevant in 2046. Maybe it was her accent. Either way, he meant to ask her whenever he saw her, but as soon as he did, he never got around to it. Likewise, he meant to be there when she found Vanders, but he missed that too.
Things seemed rather calm at the moment in Freetown. Until the rumors that various diseases were on the upswing. Some of them were things Jay never even heard of. But given the ten thousand vaccines he had as a Raider, he wasn't too worried about contracting anything too nasty.
Unless it was a cold. Those viruses were bitches to get over.
Only darkness shows you the light.