Chapter 3 Submission (Second)
SUBMITTED BY: CPT Longstreet /
HOLONET REGISTRATION: <FriederLeimenstoll@gmx.de>
SUBMITTED ON: 2008.05.16
Left leg … right leg .. left leg - oh, it is
horrible to walk with so much blood in the alcohol. Ensign Longstreet
tumbled from the Academy bar to his squadron lounge, smoking and trying to
ignore all those … strange green people in his way. Being stationed for
TIE-bomber-training on the Academy for some weeks now Longstreet
was called for meeting and assignment together with his squadron.
Entering the lounge he directly felt better - most likely because of
the dimmed light. “Nice that you could afford it, Mister Longstreet.”
was heard from the man standing in front of a holoprojection
wall. After a second Longstreet realized that the man
who was so daft to call him Mister was his squadron leader - Lieutenant Silverbear. `Gosh, he´s become
damn pale and underweight with this sickness!` he
thought and searched for an empty place to sit down, which he finally found
near Leandis, Phantom and Nova.
The squadron´s flight leaders, Sub-Lieutenants
Crognale and Jubei, flanked
the Lieutenant and the meeting begun.
…
Or at least it should have. Just wanting to start talking after one
word the Lieutenant broke down and was a minute later already in medical care.
Seems that he´d deal with the sickness a while
longer, and Longstreet thought how long the LT would
stay the LT. However meeting is meeting, and so the SLs
went on with leading for now.
The meeting contained many info, but like the
others Longstreet could just listen till the important
- permanent assignment, TIE-bombers …
Seemed to be pretty bad day. Smoking a cigarette EN Longstreet
walked towards the bar to give the day the only end it deserved: a very filled
up. When he arrived he surprisingly noticed that nearly all of his squadron
were at the bar; something that was seldom out of combat times for them. Even
both flight leaders were there, sitting on a desk in a corner with faces like
baboon asses and a respectable number of small empty glasses between them.
Longstreet
seated himself near a desk with Leandis and Phantom. Leandis, relative read (and blue - and already green)
instantly started talking “Hey, Longsteet; what have
I said to the Commandant when I saw him last time?” “I don´t
know, what have you said to the Commandant when you saw him the last time?”
countered Longstreet. The answer was a mere “Nothing.
I didn´t recognize him!” followed by breaking chair
and a falling body, on which a second later only loud snoring followed. Just
shaking his head Ensign Longstreet turned over to
Ensign Phantom, a much more … pleasant talking partner. The young Ensign
frequently had shorter talks in bars, most likely due to the fact that the was damn pretty, but since having her squadron around it
was rather quite around her today.
“Phantom, do you know why Jubei and Crognale are roasting their brains out over there?” asked Longstreet. “They gamble about who will lead Gimel till the LT is back or a relief is sent. The looser
has to take command.”
Longstreet
lighted another cig and angrily thought `Fair career chances. You are
promoted by your actions and abilities. Come to the Navy they said …!`