Army Greens : Prologue
#1 of Army Greens
Hey guys! This is a new piece I've been sitting on for a while, and with my genius idea to offer character slots in certain stories, I thought to myself "Hey... This story has a bunch of long-running unnammed's in it. Lets give them a face!"
So here you have it, the first little teaser of 'Army Greens'. A story involving racism, discrimination, and utter and complete intolerance on both sides of the line.
If you'd like to see your character featured as one of the fresh recruits, leave a comment or drop a note to me, and we can organize something for a reasonable fee (Between free and what you can scrounge in your pockets, literally, nothing expensive. 3$ at most)
I plan to make this a quite lengthy piece in all, so stay tuned. It might take some time to continue this however, as I have several other projects on the go.
The sharp blow of the whistle snatched their attention quick enough, the mixxed lot of humans and anthro's piling off the buses that had parked in a long line at the training camp. It was the middle of Janurary, the begining of a new year. A thin layer of snow concealed where the grass would have normally grown by the curbside.
"Rank and file, double time you maggots! Move it move it!" One of the driller's shouted loudly, the plastic cover over his helmet keeping the light mist of the English weather from his head. The man's skin seemed much whiter than usuall in the poor weather, overcast, foggy, with rain falling randomly throughout the day. His face was still red though, and seemed to seeth aggression from the displeased scowl written over his features.
They were maggots, even worse than the last bunch of recruits he'd dragged by their feet through basic training, but there was little that could be done about that. They didn't get to choose who signed up after all, it was just their job to wash out the ones who couldn't hack it, and train the ones who could. The humans all seemed to fall in together by the forwardmost busses, congregating in disorganised lines and groups, all of which looked across at 'the other half'. The busses closed their doors as soon as the last man was off, and pulled out of the depot with a blast of their horns.
By where the rearmost busses had parked, an assorted collection of anthropomorphs stood in equal disarray, all nervously looking towards the human group. It was a sorry state of affairs. There was still alot of sub division amongst the species, but he wasn't going to have any of it. Parliment had signed it in, and it was his job to stamp it out.
After many, many years of racism and biased policies favoring humans, some jbos had finally been opened to these anthro people... To him, if it walked and talked, it could march and shoot, and that was good enough for him. At first, the authorised groups of anthropomorphs had arrived with bundles of papers and documents to proove they were elligable and authorised to serve, and he had trained them in seperate battalions. But now, even that was stripped away, and the mixxed groups had been introduced. He wasn't surprised when more than a dozen had been discharged for insiting violence in the ranks. Brawling, insubordination, striking an officer... Murder, in one unfortunate case. The MP's had hauled that one off even as he'd shouted that he'd done the world a favor...
There was no room for that now though, not with what was coming soon, when the segregation was stripped down entirely.
He shouted loudly over the last of the busses departing.
"Every second man starting with.." He paused, his finger jabbing out at one particularly delinquint looking recruit on the human side of things. "You. Switch places with your opposite number amongst our furred friends on the left. And sort out those lines, double file! Move it, move move! Did your mothers forget to teach you how to count?!" He shouted, the troopers quickly moving and intermingling, much to many of their discomforts. That was exactly what he wanted after all. They would settle in soon enough. And the ones who didn't, he'd have the pleasure of dismissing.
"There, Much better. Gentlemen, welcome to ITC Catterick. I am Seargent Travis, and this hapy looking fellow to my right here..." He paused, as a black and navy-blue western dragon stepped into file beside him. The dragon was easily two heads taller than any of the recruits and the other driller as well, and it almost looked like he damnwell knew it too. He was grinning far to happily.
"...Is Seargent Parker. He is on loan to us from the commando brigades, so you maggots are in for a fucking treat! We do not discriminate here, in the eyes of the crown, right now, you are all equal, you are all worthless! If either of us hear's so much as a whisper of disapproval at the arangements, rest assured, you will all be punished for it, so keep your goddamn mouths shut, unless you are spoken to! That furball or flesh bag next to you, might just save your worthless, peice of shit lives!" He shouted, before nodding to the dragon.
"They're all yours Seargent."
The dragons voice seemed to almost boom across the rather bleak scene, making a few of the more easily shaken recruits almost step back at the sharp rasp of his voice..
"Alright, fall in! Marching order. Four wide, twelve deep. Move it! Let's go and get you maggots settled in."