They Will Come For You ||Erwin + Levi | 4 Years Ago||
Apr 8, 2014 2:17:15 GMT -5
Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Apr 8, 2014 2:17:15 GMT -5
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It is nice to be back on the field after so many weeks off of it. I'd thought that becoming Commander would let me rule myself more, but there are so many opinions that must be heard that at the end of the day it is my opinion, but one influenced by everyone else. That is a good thing, I should think. I am well practiced in the art of strategy and missions after nearly ten years of working my way up the ranks, but it is impossible, in my humble opinion, to lead all alone. Everything must be considered, and because I am not Ripred, I cannot be expected to know everything. However, I have grown tired fairly quickly of the men and women under me attempting to keep me safe by not letting me move a muscle even without their notice.
I understand their concern, it was an avoidable accident that brought an end to our last Commander. I was one of the ones that advised her to hand the risky mission off to someone else, but even at sixty, she was still full of vim and vigor and would not hear of it. The latch crab that took her from us could have been an incident involving anyone Unfortunately, it had to be her. Now her desk belongs to me, as does her office and her quarters. It is odd, her stuff was moved too quickly, mine has only just settled. I prefer my old small quarters, my old office.
Most of all though, I prefer the woods. I take in a deep breath, letting my eyes roam around the small clearing we have set up our base in. It is a small hunting party today, consisting of two of my regular squad members, myself and Lieutenant Heichou as well as his squad, minus his Captain. As befitting the situation, I commandeered the squad for my own purposes, letting the rest of my own off on leave. The smell of coffee fills the air and Mike presses a steaming mug of it into my hand. The outside of the cup instantly warm my hands, I had not realized they were cold, and the scent of it seems to rejuvenate me.
We are between Districts Four and Five, it is an odd mixture. The scent of salt water is in the air, tantalizing, even as it meets the cloud of black smoke in the distance that is ever present over the Fifth District. Life is an odd thing, that it would give us both of these things yet allow for the taste of neither. Our job lies in the in-between, the job that most wouldn't even think of. Our job is to cull the muttations that have a surplus population, to make sure that we do not become overrun, to protect humanity. (Though who will protect humanity from it's self?)
A map is spread before us, and I rest one hand on my belt, the gear attached a comfortable weight. Placing the mug of coffee down on an edge of table that is free, I point to an area that has been circled. "There is where the pack was last spotted by the patrol, they are Hellhounds and are rather territorial, so it can be assumed that they are still in the area." My fingers trace the circle, and I stop at a place where the level changes. "Here is where we will round them up, it is a valley that should make it easy to contain them. There was no approximate number, but our scouts reported thirty plus."
Already I have changed the way many things are done in this unit. The last time a Commander personally went out and eradicated a pack of mutts was ages ago. No, being Commander has somehow been turned into a desk job, a myth I plan to crush. I am nothing less than meticulous when it comes to paperwork, but I was never made to simply sit behind a desk while others go about protecting Panem. I believe in my heart that Panem has to be protected no matter what, that the country and it's people come before everything and anyone else, even the lives of those beneath me. I expect such intensity, such loyalty, it only makes sense that I go out into the field with the rest of my soldiers and fight alongside them. For how can I expect anything from my soldiers if I do not work hard for them?
"Our goal is to eradicate the entire pack, leaving only two for the Scientific Squad," I said. Captain Hanji had come to me last night, batting her eyelashes and before I knew it I was promising her two of the mutts from today's mission. Apparently the Capitol bred ones just were not as fun. They were not rabid enough. Go figure. "Any questions?
I look at the faces around me. The youngest are the ones in Levi's squad. I take them in quietly and coldly. It is quite likely we will lose at least one of them today. By the look in a few of their eyes, it wouldn't surprise me if we lost a couple even. Some people were not made for fieldwork.
I understand their concern, it was an avoidable accident that brought an end to our last Commander. I was one of the ones that advised her to hand the risky mission off to someone else, but even at sixty, she was still full of vim and vigor and would not hear of it. The latch crab that took her from us could have been an incident involving anyone Unfortunately, it had to be her. Now her desk belongs to me, as does her office and her quarters. It is odd, her stuff was moved too quickly, mine has only just settled. I prefer my old small quarters, my old office.
Most of all though, I prefer the woods. I take in a deep breath, letting my eyes roam around the small clearing we have set up our base in. It is a small hunting party today, consisting of two of my regular squad members, myself and Lieutenant Heichou as well as his squad, minus his Captain. As befitting the situation, I commandeered the squad for my own purposes, letting the rest of my own off on leave. The smell of coffee fills the air and Mike presses a steaming mug of it into my hand. The outside of the cup instantly warm my hands, I had not realized they were cold, and the scent of it seems to rejuvenate me.
We are between Districts Four and Five, it is an odd mixture. The scent of salt water is in the air, tantalizing, even as it meets the cloud of black smoke in the distance that is ever present over the Fifth District. Life is an odd thing, that it would give us both of these things yet allow for the taste of neither. Our job lies in the in-between, the job that most wouldn't even think of. Our job is to cull the muttations that have a surplus population, to make sure that we do not become overrun, to protect humanity. (Though who will protect humanity from it's self?)
A map is spread before us, and I rest one hand on my belt, the gear attached a comfortable weight. Placing the mug of coffee down on an edge of table that is free, I point to an area that has been circled. "There is where the pack was last spotted by the patrol, they are Hellhounds and are rather territorial, so it can be assumed that they are still in the area." My fingers trace the circle, and I stop at a place where the level changes. "Here is where we will round them up, it is a valley that should make it easy to contain them. There was no approximate number, but our scouts reported thirty plus."
Already I have changed the way many things are done in this unit. The last time a Commander personally went out and eradicated a pack of mutts was ages ago. No, being Commander has somehow been turned into a desk job, a myth I plan to crush. I am nothing less than meticulous when it comes to paperwork, but I was never made to simply sit behind a desk while others go about protecting Panem. I believe in my heart that Panem has to be protected no matter what, that the country and it's people come before everything and anyone else, even the lives of those beneath me. I expect such intensity, such loyalty, it only makes sense that I go out into the field with the rest of my soldiers and fight alongside them. For how can I expect anything from my soldiers if I do not work hard for them?
"Our goal is to eradicate the entire pack, leaving only two for the Scientific Squad," I said. Captain Hanji had come to me last night, batting her eyelashes and before I knew it I was promising her two of the mutts from today's mission. Apparently the Capitol bred ones just were not as fun. They were not rabid enough. Go figure. "Any questions?
I look at the faces around me. The youngest are the ones in Levi's squad. I take them in quietly and coldly. It is quite likely we will lose at least one of them today. By the look in a few of their eyes, it wouldn't surprise me if we lost a couple even. Some people were not made for fieldwork.
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