The evacuation of Foster Base

[Deep Space Engineering]

On a ship moored to Doe Industries Space Port there is a ship, a former Naval transport ship used to train and transport Marines to and from combat. Today it is under the ownership of Deep Space Engineering. It was back in the service the Arleigh Burke, today under the ownership of DSE it resumes its old duty of training people for combat, something which many had thought it would ever do again.

Day One of Training
"Never thought you'd be doing this again eh Jo-Jo?" Josie said to Jorzza smirking.
"Well i had considered becoming a D.I. But this?" Jorzza replied. "These guys are mostly corporate rent-a-cops who fancy themselves gunslingers and want fame and glory" He looked at Josie with an expression that said "I'm about to have a wondrous time....no really."
"Well get them into something of a proper force, not a force to be reckoned with, i don't expect that, that'd be a bloody miracle and as far as i know your not Senior Drill Instructor Bulgess from way back when." Josie said watching as people started filing into the cargo hold.
"Show time Mister D.I." She said pushing him forward.
Jorzza walked over to the group of people and surveyed the recruits.
"ATTEN-SHUN!" He shouted. some of the group turned to look at what the noise was, but most kept going with their conversations.
"I said ATTEN-SHUN!" he shouted once more but this time louder, the noise echoing through out the hold. everyone turned to look and some looked stunned.
"YOU ARE NOW MY PROPERTY UNTIL SUCH TIME THAT YOU QUIT OR THE MISSION IS COMPLETED. THE FIRST AND LAST THINGS OUTTA YOUR SLIMY HOLES WILL BE SIR, DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR?" Jorzza shouted at the trainees.
"YES SIR" the group acknowledged
"WHAT!" Jorzza shouted once more
"SIR YES SIR!"
"Good. I am retired marine commander Clark, i will be your senior drill instructor. you are here to be trained on how to fight, how walk, talk, shoot and eat. Just because this is a corporation and you volunteered for this does not make you special, it does not give you the right to believe you are the real deal, the actual thing, this does NOT make you equal to those serving men and women in Infantry. NOW form six lines." Jorzza yelled at the trainees.
The group jumped into action quickly forming the lines. But one person scrambled about not knowing what he was doing. Jorzza immediately spotted this and walked right up to the man's face
"WHATS YOUR NAME!" Jorzza yelled.
"uh..um....Shane...Paul Shane, sir." he replied.
"WELL SHANE, do you know what a line is? or are you JUST OUT IN THE AETHER!" Jorzza yelled.
Shane quickly scrambled into a line.
Jorzza walked in front of the lines, surveying each person until he came round to the first person in the sixth line.
"YOU, WHATS YOUR NAME!" He asked
"Crawshaw, Ben Sir!" He replied
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Jorzza asked once again
"T-to find a direction...sir" He replied
"Do i look like star map to you?" Jorzza said lowering his voice.
"Sir, No Sir" Crawshaw replied.
"I am a road map, I will lead and you will follow, i will teach and you will learn" Jorzza said going down the lines.
"YOU, LET ME HEAR YOUR BATTLE CRY!"
"aaaaaarrrhhh" he tried to yell, his voice breaking
"PATHETIC! ALIBRANDI GET OVER HERE AND SHOW THIS MAGGOT WHAT A REAL MARINE BATTLE CRY IS!" Jorzza ordered
Josie stormed over
"YEEEEAAARRRGGGGHH!!" Josie yelled.
"AAAAAARRGGHH!" the trainee yelled
"STILL PATHETIC! In space no one can hear you scream unless it is the battle cry of a Liberty Naval Marine. now you may not ever be the real thing but hear me when i say i will run you ragged, i will work you like dogs, i will make you somewhat worthy of the title of 'marine'." Jorzza pressed on.
Some people laughed. Bad luck for them.
"Yes laugh it up while you can because when you laugh it up, you let your guard down. but as for right now...THE ONLY THING YOUR GOING TO BE LETTING DOWN IS YOUR FACE UPON MY DECK GIVING ME FIFTY PUSHUPS! NOW HIT THE DECK!"

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