/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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>The shuffling of feet, the squelching of the mud beneath them and then... quiet.
>Absolute silence in the trench, save for the rumbling of distant guns, and then...
>FIX BEYONETS!
>On mechanical reflex, you went through the motions and called out the command as it came down the line.
>More silence.
>The approaching squelching of more boots and... running water?
>A quick glance to your right confirms what you already know; the Holstaur next to you is pissing all over herself and shaking so much that the you can hear the rattling coming off the horn-holes of her helmet.
>She takes a single step back, and on instinct your hand is immediately on her arm pulling her back.
>You can't describe the quiet, wretching sound that escapes her as she turns to you with the wild eyes of a caged animal, frankly you don't care to.
>"Get. In. Line." You hiss under your breath as the approaching footsteps pick up their tempo.
>For an instant, she looks ready to lash out at you, but whether it's the edge to your voice, or the look on your Sergeant's face as she leans forward to see who's fucking up, she relents.
>"Fucking kid..." The Lizard growls under her throat. You, likely being a year or two younger than the "Kid" in question, didn't say a word.
>Finally, the twin pairs of approaching footfalls stop directly behind you. The Sergeant Major, you can tell without even looking, has her P'orcish eyes locked onto the Holstaur and her hand on her revolver, while the Captain is busy eyeballing her pocketwatch as she brings the whistle up to her lips.
>And then... she pauses. Burning her Elven eyes into the back of your head, no less.
>"Corporal O'Nymas."
>"Ma'am." Came your robotic response
>"Are you ever going to pick up your bloody mail?"
>"Sorry Ma'am."
>You can tell she wasn't happy, but she didn't exactly have the time to ream you out right now anyway, and brought the whistle to her lips instead.
>And with the shrill cry of a glorified child's toy, the battle begins.