Beeing Promoted in the Forums

[Trejiuvanat]

"Commander Scathane!"

Scathane looked terrified nbut still managed to look Lieutenant Colonel Trejiuvanat in his eyes.

"Is the anti-Catti defense grid already completely functional?"

"The grid.... funcitonal...???" Scathane asked his eyes widening.

"We have realiable information that Zoot, is planning an attack on this forum topic. Warlord Elvis has announced full readiness, he won't be floating in ether again."

"Ummm... We'll have it ready, work with Cadet SOCL on that. He has to learn that there is one thing that matters more than rank. Survival. He needs to open up to the community and stop this respectful stance. In the eyes of Zoot we are all the same." Trejiuvanat spoke loud.

And eyes supsciously the shadowy corners of the forum...

[SOCL]

:: hand drops instinctivly to blaster ::

Who's Zoot?

 

Commander . . . err . . . Scathane, I may need some help on making the rank insignia small enough to be the same size as the current ones under use here.

 

And no need to worry, I am a verteran of forums and military experiences. And I am always as respectful as possible, while still keeping my own. Plus, I'm not too worried about anyone . . . even so, I'd like to know about "Zoot".

 

I guess I live up to the overly-respectful stereotype of a cadet, ehh?

 

By the way, congratulations on your promotion Colonel Trejiuvanat.

[Guest Scathane]

:: Who's Zoot?! Socl asked frantically, his hands zealously moving towards his blaster.

 

Scathane, sighed. No matter how many cadets the Commander had trained, he never got used to it. Think the can blast their way out of everything!

Until they heard the screams, the ripping of flesh and the smell of intestines: their blatters always gave. Until they saw the carnage: limbs, body parts..., heads staring up at you with their last moment of terror captured forever in dead eyes. Every cadet he'd ever seen had turned into a pathetic, crying young boy...

 

Who's Zoot, he had asked. Scathane sighed again and shook his head. He hoped the Cadet wouldn't have to find out, ever..... ::

Edited April 2, 2003 by Scathane

[SOCL]

Well, it seems I'm going to have to prove that I am not the average cadet . . . because I've just been promoted to corporal (even though the insignia is wrong...sorry, can't get over that ).

 

::eyes Scathane::

 

I'm not frantic, simply curious. And no, I'm not trying to be big and macho about the whole situation, simply curious. So please . . . who's Zoot?

[Guest Scathane]

:: SOCL had been promoted Corporal. When Scathane ran in to the young, eager soldier again, he was muttering something about his new insignia. Scathane let it go: he'd read the young man's file and knew there were some things that SOCL just couldn't let go.

"Finish your work on the Anti-Catti grid." Scathane ordered the Corporal.

The unexperienced Corporal looked at the ground and said: "I'm sorry, Commander, could you run that one by me again? I didn't quite understand it."

"What exactly is it about this order that you don't understand, Corporal?!" barked Scathane. The Corporal mumbled something about being quite sure Colonel Trejiuvanat had meant something else from what he'd read in the past.

"You will follow orders as they are given, Corporal SOCL!", spit Scathane, "If you don't like it, you can take it up with Colonel Trejiuvanat next time he's online. For now we have a immediate Zoot-threat on our hands!"

 

After a moment of silence, he saw the Corporal's mouth open up to protest, but Scathane beat him to it: "And don't ask who Zoot is! You'll find that out soon enough!" ::

[Sneaky_Zoot]

...from some shadowy corner of http://www.swrebellion.com a pair of ears twitched, a nose flickered, a pair of demonic feline eyes flashed with flame.... Zoot let out a mighty roar...

 

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MEEEEEOOOOWWWWW!

 

SOCL would curse the day he dared enquire who the terrible Zoot was...

[Guest Scathane]

Now you've done it, SOCL!

[SOCL]

::looks at Zoot , then to Scathane, then back again::

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

. . . what?

[Trejiuvanat]

"What?" SOCL asked.

Of course, he knew not what that Catti was capable of. SOCL hadn't been sent to the moon, he hadn't see Zoot clones slaying SWR members in one desperate battle.

He hadn't seen Elvis as a immatirial being in the ether.

Even his trusted Lieutenant in this forum. Commander Scathane hadn't suffered as he had. That's somethign that comes with rank. Trejiuvanat thougth grimly. His recent promotion to colonel, would come with one more scar.

SOCL was a Corporal now. Soon will come the screaming and fear.

The Anti-Catti grid had failed, it hadn't been active before Zoot discovred of it's existence. One last stand was necessary. Otherwise this forum too would fal to the claws of that cat....

[SOCL]

:: puts blaster to own head ::

 

Okay, I'm going to blow my brains out if no one explains what the hell is going on! . . . please.

 

[Trejiuvanat]

Putting a blaster at his own head. Poor guy . Trjiuvanat shook his head in diessent. There are some that have suffered form Zoot but they don't know it.

 

 

"Corporal SOCL!" Trejiuvanat said putting an extra effort on authority.

"Colonel," SOCL swallowed.

"You don't know Zoot." It was a statement

"No, sir," SOCL suddenly replied feeling like an idiot.

"Zoot is a cat, a Catti Dark Force-User, to be precise. he is Jahled's pet and has psychopatic tendencies. The cat used altered Fosters to send Jahled, UntimelyDemise and yours truly ot the moon. It failed to do so on Elvis, but Elvis lost his body until he used a clones Yuuzhan Vong body as a host. The cat is dangerous, and will take every possible chance to kill any SWR member.

"You understand, now?"

SOCL's face turned white and he knew how much had feared affected the young corporal.

"I understand and fear." SOCL said.

"Don't waste any energy in fear. It won't be of use. It wil lmake you a target."

SOCL nodded apreciating his new understanding. He suspiciously looked around he had heard a meowth there.

[SOCL]

"I understand, Colonel, but I am still able to hold me own. The blaster to the head-thing was joke; sorry, sir."

 

::looks around::

 

Granted, he was rather odd . . . oh, it doesn't really matter because every time I say something it seems to be taken wrongly or misunderstood. Even so, no offense, but this whole thing about everyone expecting me to be scared so badly I wet myself is getting rather annoying.

 

::looks into the colonel's eyes::

 

I apologize for being so bold and rude, sir, but I speak the truth. I may be a mere corporal here, but in the units I have been in the past I have been a fleet admiral and in real life (in the ROTC program) I am a Major (which is quite high considering the highest you can achieve in this area is Lieutenant Colonel . . . a mere rank above Major . . . and I have been guaranteed promotion). To add to that, I have been a squad leader, platoon leader, company second in command (XO), company commander, battalion operations officer (third in command of over a little over 900 cadets . . . cadets being what all personnel, regardless of rank, are referred to in ROTC), and am as of this moment the battalion commander (in command of about 1000 cadets), the highest possible position at this moment. Rumor also has it I shall be brigade commander and be the first in this area to be promoted to full colonel, the highest achievable rank in ROTC.

 

::looks at Colonel Trejiuvanat and Commander Scathane::

 

Instead of thinking I am a mere newbie, utilize what I know to everyone's advantage.

 

 

 

I don't mean to push my weight around or anything, but I am not a novice.

[Trejiuvanat]

"Your military knowledge is astonishing Corporal, otherwise you wouldn't have been tranferred to this bataillon. WE understand that you're now rookie, but you don't know much about Zoot. Zoot is the main menace here." Trejiuvanat said

SOCL nodded, experience was that differenced the members of SWR. The ones that had already fought against zoot, and the ones that had yet to fight. Some of them would undoubtedly fall...

[SOCL]

I understand, colonel, that I am lacking in experience here. I shall do what I can to assist you and your forces, colonel, and shall not fall but remain stalwart and stand strong.

 

::salutes::

 

Allow me to assist you, colonel.

[Trejiuvanat]

Help Scathane get that Anti-Catti grid functional, Corporal.

And we might survive another battle against Zoot.

[SOCL]

"Yes, sir!" SOCL says with a salute and turns to leave, but suddenly stops and turns around, once again facing the colonel.

"Yes, coporal?" the colonel asks.

"What's the/an Anti-Catti grid?"

[Guest Scathane]

:: Scathane coughed and tried to shake the dizziness from his head. The blast that resulted from Zoot's entrance had blown him away several feet. Apart from that Scathane'd had the misfortune that, between where he'd been standing and several feet away, there'd been at least two three-inch thick windows. He dusted himself off and quickly inpected himself for any injuries.... He appeared to be fine...., at least, until he came to his feet: pink slippers! That darned feline had done it again! ::

 

By the way, SOCL, what's ROTC? Return of the Clones?

[SOCL]

No, not Return of the Clones.

 

It stands for Reserve Officer Training Corps. It's part of the U.S. Armed Forces (sort of) and trains personnel to become officers in the military outside the standard academies (i.e. West Point, Annapolis, etc). There are two forms of ROTC: college and high school level. The college level can be found around the whole of the U.S. and it, as I said, trains college students to one day be officers in the U.S. military (depending on which branch of ROTC you joined: ex: Navy ROTC will get you a Naval career, Army ROTC will get you an Army career, etc). The high school level is called JROTC or Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps. This program does not train high school students to become military officers, but instead teaches leadership, social, and personal skills for life through a military-based program.

[Guest Scathane]

So, what's your ambition: a military career or non-military?

[SOCL]

Not quite sure, to be 100% honest. On one side I want to be in the military, but on the other side I want to be a paleontologist. And I can't really make up my mind. Funny, huh?

[Guest Scathane]

No, not particularly funny, I think I can understand. What are the chances of becoming a military paleontologist?

[Sneaky_Zoot]

...SOCL twitched as he tapped on his keyboard. There was an unusual stillness in the night air. The trees beyond his window seemed silenced; as if frozen in time by some nameless entity. He glanced into the darkness, wondering what people were talking about concerning the dread and mystery surrounding Zoot. What should he have to concern himself with a cat, given his distinguished record. Upon thinking that, he found himself involuntarily glancing his Blaster slung in it's holster on the wall. Perhaps it should be nearer he thought. There was a sudden gust of wind, the blew the trees beyond his window into a sudden flurry and roar of life. Perhaps he should read 1000 Posts!!! He thought. Emm...

 

Elsewhere, Commander Gerald the Mouse followed Zoot's orders and jumped once. It immediately activated the new Zoot missiles, shaped to resemble the Force-Using cat, which roared into the evening sky.

 

 

MEEOOOOWWWW!!!

 

 

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At that very moment, SOCL twitched. His heart began to pound; as if drumming it's way into his very soul. He couldn't understand why, but his fingers were trembling, his forehead covered in swett. He eyed his blaster.

 

MEEOOOWWWWWW!!!

 

He leapt up and made for his blaster.

 

 

'What the hell.....' He shrieked...

 

 

 

 

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But it was to late. As Treijivunant and Scanthane had predicted, Zoot had reared his fluffy face and twitched his wiskers.

[Guest Scathane]

:: Scathane cursed. He'd been to see the medic. But even he couldn't get the pink slippers off his feet! of all the things he'd seen and heard about the cat called Zoot, this was about the most annoying! Maybe jahled knew of a way to get these pink slippers off his feet... ::

[Jahled]

 

Ignite your lightsaber!

 

But only attempt the feat if you're sober, otherwise you might experiance unexpected complications and walk with a limb for a while.

[Trejiuvanat]

Trejiuvanat cursed. He thought of getting the telescope and scan for SOCL in orbit.

He abandoned that thought as he saw Scathanepointing a lightsaber at his feet.

"No Scathane, noooo" Trejiuvanat screamed.

"Don't worry. I have all under control." There was an odd scent in his mouth. Whyren's Reserve.

damn it.

trejiuvanat turned his head and saw Jahled shrugging.

"Trej, I'm sorry I forgot to give Zoot the Kitty Krunchies."

"It's too late now." Trejiuvanat answered as Scathane lay on the floor.

"You have to know one more thing."

"What, Jahled?"

"My stomach hurts?"

"Why's that?"

"TRej, I ate the Kitty Krunchies.... And the Monkey Munchies..."

now, TRejiuvanat's head hurts...