Remnant Viking

Chapter 45: Operation Hoplite

Atlas

Morning

Crimson's Office

Crimson Pov

I need another shower. Its been nearly six days since I got back from Vale after we got the kids back. Haven't been home since due to organizing this whole rescue op. Sure, I can leave it to Broadside and Vanders but I ain't letting them handle it alone. Got to set a example. All the while, Neo has been extremely clingy and Yang is happy with it. Reinheit has been a bit distant as of late and I have inkling as to why he is. Least Yang sends Neo to give me a homemade lunch. Best decision to marry that woman. Sadly, reading reports of my Grunts of rescued kids and those who turned bandit. It still astounds me that they flipped so damn easily. What the hell are they teaching them in school!? A knock on my door brought me out of my escape from reality. Broadside walks in with more fucking papers. I'm a damn Colonel not a fucking Office Worker that is worked to the damn bone! He simply dumps his damn stupid stack of papers on my desk right next to the other few stacks...I need a secretary.

Broadside: "You look more annoyed than usual Chief."

Crimson: "Feel like a office drone these days..."

Broadside: "All for the good reasons sir. Least it comes with a nice paycheck."

Crimson: "I don't care at the moment! I want to get back to my wife's thighs damn it!"

Broadside: "I can't believe you proposed. She's your fiancé until you actually get a wedding over and done with. Then she is your wife!"

Crimson: "Ah. I forgot that's how most cultures do it. She became my wife the second I put that ring on her finger! Didn't do no damn wedding where I came from. White Dress and Suits in a fucking swamp! Ha!"

Another knock and Vanders join us. Rare for him to be here. He is usually on his ship or prowling the naval yards for anyone that shows potential. Ever reliable. Unlike a certain Captain....

Vanders: "Hello Andrew and Hello Chief!"

Broadside: "Vanders! You know the Chief finally popped the question?"

Vanders: "The Question? Oh! He finally asked you to quit? Bout fucking time."

Broadside: "Wha..?"

Crimson: "That was the question? Huh...Well then...That is something I have to think on later. But I actually asked Yang to marry me actually."

Vanders: "Oh? Is that all? You two were basically a married couple already. Sure, make things official. Whatever. I came with reports that we may be searching for bones at this point sir."

Bastard..... Denying my happiness!

Broadside: "Being told the same thing. The School has reported that nearly four hundred and fifty teens have been sent on this field trip and we have roughly three hundred accounted for. Of those, nearly half of them turned bandit."

Vanders: "Actual survivors are barely a hundred. If we don't count those in the hospital then its barely fifty. This whole thing is nothing short of a disaster."

Crimson: "How the fuck did this happen in the first place!? Has the new Principal been interrogated yet!?"

Broadside: "As of now? No. The General has been investigating how this bloody happened."

Vanders: "Winter having loose lips again? Never considered her loose."

Broadside: "If you continue to talk shit then the Heralds is gonna lose a Captain real fucking fast!"