>Thank you..." he approached Hakeswell, "Sargent..." he said as he pulled
up a chair and sat close, "My name is Captain David Boulay. I am on
special >assignment from the Commander-in-Chief Admiral Lasiter himself to
investigate the happenings in this military operation. I'd like to ask you
some questions about >your imprisonment and other circumstances if that is
okay?"
>"Be my guest, Captain.", he replied.
"Sargent-please tell me, in your own words, under what circumstances you
were captured and about your imprisonment."
"Well, sir, I was transporting some rebel prisioners from one of our holding
facilities at a battalion base to a MAG facility. We were stopped by a
large patrol of MAG soldiers, who demanded to take custody of the rebels.
These rebels had inflicted heavy casualities on the regiment that these MAG
were a part of, and our LT refused to turn over the prisioners. A scuffle
ensued between the MAG officer and our LT. Needless to say all us marines
joined the scrap, and kicked their ass. No one messes with a marine and
gets away without a few bruises. While we were fighting a pair of
prisioners escaped. Lt sent me and another grunt to go after them and
bring them back. Mags send a squad as well. Unfortunately the Mags found
them first, and by the time we got there, the prisioners, who were in
perfect condition while in our custody, looked like they had gone 10 rounds.
There were beat up pretty bad. We took control of the situation, and of the
prisioners at phaser point and rejoined out detail.
When we got the Mag prision there was hell to pay. The CO of the facility a
major of some sort was reading us the riot act. We went to a local pub to
cool off. We were there a few hours playing darts and drinking a bit of
synthale, not bothering a soul. Half of our detail heads back to the base,
and the rest of us finish up our dart game. That is when the Mags come in.
They outnumber us and try some crap with us. We figure that we could
take'em, but thought that the LT woudl skin us if we had a fight in a pub.
So, we try to leave. That is when they jump us. THe fight happened. After
the place is trashed we stagger outside to get back to the base real quick,
and then the Mam MPs show up and arrest us. Then the beating start. From
what I hear, Col. Start tried to get us out, but couldn't even find us.
When he did, he arrived with a company of armed marines and took us out. Lt
says that scuttle-butt says that Van Der Loo gave Stark a fit over that.
Threatened to relieve him and court martial him. Stark just earned a ton of
respect from the dog faces out here, sir. "
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