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Another Story

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This one turned out to be 3 pages long.

Narrator: After I got out of the dungeon, I, Jacob Shurtz, left the Marines for a short period of time, keeping my Plasma Rifle Commander Yates gave me. I settled in a small shack, near the base so I could get there quickly on short-notice. After 7 days of listening to the sound of Commander Yates' Brother yelling at the men in training camp I decided to visit Commander Yates. On Monday I headed to the Base taking my Plasma Rifle along. Upon reaching the Base I was greeted by a guard,

Guard: Marine Shurtz! What are you doing here! You aren't supposed to come here until next week I mean Jacob . . .

Jacob: Well, for now on call me Marine Shurtz. I'm heading back to the old Marine times. Where is Commander Yates?

Guard: Well, commander Yates passed away 5:00 in the morning. . . Sorry to not have told you earlier but . . . I have to tell you that he wants you to be the Next commander

Jacob: ME?!

Narrator: I looked at the guard with a worried face as I watched the Guard open the Door Commander Yates' brother, Boyd Yates, walked up to us.

Boyd: What do ya think ya doin'? Hey! Aren't you Jacob Shurtz?

Boyd looked at me waiting for a reply. . .

Jacob: Well, I am.

Boyd: So you're the next Commander? My, My, never should trust my brother, Merick, to this type of job! Are you sure you’re ready?

Jacob: Well I was never told to be the next Commander!

Boyd: Just come inside.

Narrator: I followed Boyd to the Commanders Quarters where I was given my own room and any weapon I wanted. I only chose to keep the Plasma Rifle I have already. So he gave me some cells for it

Boyd: Well here is your room. Just call me if you ever need any help.

Jacob: Don’t worry I will.

Narrator: I looked around the large chamber that I was given as my room. A “Great substitute for the old shack” as Boyd would say and said on our way to the Chamber. Boyd also said every morning after I leave that he’d send one of his “Slaves” to clean up and fix my bed. That wasn’t very pleasing to me, I don’t want to have somebody else have to work for ME! But I guess that’s the way Boyd works.

Jacob: So this is where Merick Yates stayed?

Narrator: The reason why I was so surprised was because I was never allowed in the Commanders Quarters. After that Boyd flung open the door revealing him and a uniform that I was supposed to wear.

Boyd: Okay Jac put this on then I’ll give you the Pins.

Jacob: I don’t like Green!

Boyd: What do you want?

Jacob: I WANT BLUE!!!

Boyd: Okay I’ll get “Blue”.

Jacob: That’s better.

Narrator: Boyd walked out with the uniform and pins. I sat on my bed and waited for Boyd to return. After 30 Minutes of lying on my bed Boyd approached me.

Boyd: Okay will this satisfy you now!

Jacob: Okay.

Narrator: After I had changed into the Blue uniform I headed to my Chambers where Boyd was shining the old Pins Merick wore.

Boyd: My, you sure don’t look smashing! I still say Green would be better.

Jacob: Shut up and don’t ever again call be Jac!

Boyd: <Mumbling> you know what you’re doing for me? You’re taking away my job!

Jacob: Wonderful the other Marines will be happier now give me the pins!

Narrator: Boyd handing me a shiny silver pin with an Eagle on in and the words, “Marine Commander” engraved in it. I put it on my Uniform and he gave me a second pin of a body of a Cacodemon with a Marine next to it.

Jacob: I don’t think this is going to work out.

Boyd: Either do I but I’ll be glad to be a backup is you mess up something.

Jacob: Thanks.

Narrator: After all that we had a dinner of Pork and Beef, since Boyd really likes meat and he was the one to cook it. I eat the Meat quickly and had seconds. After I finished eating I headed to the Weaponry and got some more cells for the Plasma Rifle.
The next day Charles Windruff woke me up saying that there was a swarm of Cacodemons headed our way. I got my Plasma Rifle and changed into my uniform and ran down the stairs with Charles. As Charles tried to open the door the control short-circuited and the door was permanently open. As the controls were malfunctioning they were going to explode. I tried to tell Charles that by he was too busy shooting the Cacodemons, then the Controls exploded thank goodness I was out of the way. But Charles died of the explosion along with the Cacodemon. Boyd Yates walked up to me and looked at the body of Charles and the Cacodemon.

Boyd: What happened here?

Jacob: The controls to the door malfunctioned and exploded, killing Charles and a Cacodemon.

Boyd: Well I can see that it killed Charles. . . I wonder why they malfunctioned. . . .

Jacob: I have no Idea.

Boyd: Well come on there are more Cacodemons to roast.

Jacob: <Sigh> Coming sir.

Narrator: As we headed out to the swarm of the Cacodemons I shot some on my way over but there were more there. I saw a Cacodemon head behind I turned around and saw another swarm of Demons coming! I turned around and said to Boyd,

Jacob: Boyd, you would guess what is coming from behind us!

Boyd turned around and gasped.

Boyd: My goodness, Jacob hurry we’ve got to fight them.

Jacob: Okay.

Boyd: I’ll be right back, I’ll get a rocket launcher to kill them in large masses.

Jacob: That would be good.

Narrator: Boyd ran in the base and retrieved the Rocket launcher . . . two to be exact.

Boyd: Here Jac take this one and get ready to fire.

Narrator: As we both aimed and fired we killed around 20 of them in about 10 shots.

Boyd: That takes care of those.

Narrator: We turned around and fought the Cacodemons. Once we finished the battle we observed how many Marine Bodies there were laying in a pool of blood. Some had already retreated to the base to save themselves, which was a good thing.

Boyd: Well, looks like you did a pretty good job, I’m proud of you. I suppose now after you handled that Plasma rifle so good that you would be a good Commander, and marine.

Jacob: Yeah, well, next time I’m NOT going to go and settle down for 2 weeks I’ll just stay here at the base.

Boyd: You know kid, you’re going to be Just like Merick, trust me, I went after my commander and my commanders commander went after his commander. . . . and so on. So please try to be like him, he’s not all that bad to be like. . . . Just the way he acts, he can get a little jumpy at times but otherwise he’s fine.

Jacob: Or perhaps I should be like you.

Boyd: Nah!

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