The Berserker Brigade - a military action adventure

 

The Berserker Brigade - a sci fi action adventure

Episode One

"All right you numb nut sacks of shit, I'd tell you to drop your cocks and grab your socks, but I don't think there's a shaft to be had on any of you pussies."

Jack rubbed the crusty sleep from his eyes and rolled up from the blanket spread out on the floor.

He popped to attention, or at least as close to it as his sleep fogged mind would allow.

"You plan to sleep all day princess?" the loud voice yelled next to him.

Jack froze and tried not to breath.

The yelling wasn't directed at him, he was just near the line of fire. One wrong move would put in him trouble though.

"I said get your ass up!" the DI yelled at the young man in the pallet next to Jack.

He was a small kid named Kirby, and looked like he should be playing at soldier instead of training to be one.

Kirby hauled himself up and stood shivering under the curse filled barrage of the DI.

"You think this is fun, fuckwit? You just want to pretend we're not at war so you can get some beauty sleep you butt ugly piece of shit?"

"No sir," Kirby squeaked.

"You'r god damn right," the DI tilted his head toward Jack. "You think your bunkmate needs more rack time?"

Jack took a breath and wondered if he should answer.

There wasn't a right one, so he steeled himself for what he knew was next.

"No Sir," he shouted.

"You think he's pretty enough the way he is?"

The DI rounded on Jack and touched the tip of his nose with his own. Jack could smell stale coffee on his breath.

His stomach chose to rumble at that exact moment.

"Are you hungry or does watching me yell at your buttmate turn you on!? the DI screamed.

"No Sir."

"Which one?"

"Sir?"

"I asked you two questions," the DI shouted and turned without waiting for an answer.

"The rest of you drag your sorry asses into the courtyard for PT," he motioned the rest of the training class out. "You two, fix these bunks and you're gonna have to make up the time."

He kicked two of the bedrolls across the floor as he stomped thourgh the door after the rest.

"Shit," Kirby whispered.

"Sshhh," Jack bent to straighten his bedroll first. "He'll hear you."

Kirby watched the door with wide eyes for a moment.

Jack glanced up to find him staring down at him.

"I'm not making them all myself," he said.

"Oh yeah," the young kid hopped ot help Jack.

They finished the rest of the twelve places where the other trainees slept and took a quick look around.

Jack wanted to make sure they didn't miss anything, though if he wanted to place a bet, he would say that the DI would find something wrong.

A scuff mark.

A slide of dust.

Or even a corner out of place.

The man had it in for him, that much he was sure of.

He slid his shoes on and laced them tight as Kirby tapped his feet waiting.

One thing he did know was as much as the DI hated him, he hated Kirby more.

Jack wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Somehow the two were linked in the man's mind.

He didn't think it was going to end well.