The Buckingham -- Assault Boarding Ship

[Wolfs Ghost]

"Fire!"

Gun shots rang throughout the corridors

"Group Two, Flank left and meet at the rendezvous. Rest of you, on me!" Someone shouted amongst the chaos.

An explosion was heard, followed by triple bursts and flashes, it went quiet for a few moments.

Everything was calm for those few moments. Until an explosion went off, "Sir! We need to get moving! We're pinned down in this location!" Someone shouted. Another explosion went off.

Suddenly everything went quiet again and the dark room lit up. Oxford blinked clearing his vision, he stood up and looked around.

"Get a Med-team in here! ASAP!" Someone else shouted.

Oxford looked over to see a medical team rush into the room, he followed them. The moment he came around the corner he couldn't help but smile.

Vince Uller was laying flat on his back, clinching his teeth and fists tightly. "Sir, it bloody hurts!" He said trying to be as still as he can. "Oi, Private. Toughen up. It's just a broken leg." Oxford said waving the Medical team away. "Get him to Medical and fix that." He said to the med-team, before they left he said something else, directed towards Uller. "Private, damn good job during training today. To bad you broke your leg. It'll be better here in a few weeks. You'll be limping around in due time."

John Oxford just grinned as Private Vince Uller was taken out of the simulation building. He watched as Uller left on the stretcher, just as soon as Uller left, Private Sarah Murphey came in.

"Ah, Private Murphey, good to see you here. Your late."
"Sorry sir, I had to take care of some transfer paper work."
"I see. You didn't miss anything, only your brother being a smart ass, like he alway's is."

Oxford said glancing over at Sergeant Leon Murphey as he apporached. "Bloody 'ell, sah. I do have ears ye know." Leon grinned and looked at his sister. "Well if it ain't me little sis. Skipping practice for girly things? Army to manly fer ye?"

Sarah shook her head. "Only you would think such, Leon. Oh, by the way, I took care of those papers for you also."

"Well then, that's lovely of ye fer doin' somethin' like that now isn't it Sis?" Leon chuckled lightly and shouldered his rifle. "Oi, Lads! The drinks are on me!"

Cheers went around as the rest of the group came over. Oxford shook his head and looked at Corporal Dion Langley, who was limping.

"What in the Queens name happened to you?" He said nodding towards Langley's leg.

"Bah, Sir. I rushed ahead like a complete moron, rounded a corner in a hurry to get to the rendezvous spot. It's my fault really. Being reckless and not waiting for my team. I'm just glad that this was a simulator and not the real thing. I managed to see my results, heh well, rounding that corner quickly, stepping wrong and landing on my back, sure has hell got me killed." Langley said, holding back the pain, which hurt like hell.

Oxford grinned again. "Recklessness like that will get you killed. Good thing this is just a simulator. If it was real life. I would of left your ass."

Leon laughed slightly "No worries, Lang' I would of dragged ya back. Maybe use ye as a human shield, bullet sponge eh?"

Dion smirked, "In your bloody dreams."

"Alright, listen up chaps, and someone tell Uller this." Oxford said, interrupting Dion's and Leon's converstation. "Today is the last day of training. Remember, we're all on shore leave until the Buckingham is ready to launch. I'm trusting you to not screw around on your shore leave. What you do reflects on me, and your comrades. So, go out and enjoy yourselves. Next weekend we have a training session. If you don't show up, you don't show up. No harm done."

The group cheered. "Alright, you're dismissed. I'll check on Uller tomorrow." Oxford said, He saluted his squad, and they saluted back. Some started to mill around, some left. Oxford, however was the first to leave.

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