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Your New Soldier Part 3: A Steampunk Story "Well now. Ello, Sergeant sir." Alan Wilson held out a hand quite as caked in dirt as his feet.Your New Soldier Part 3: A Steampunk Story by *VertFey
Corwin glanced from the hand to me, his face positively twitching. It was my turn to stifle the laughter. Corwin had always hated dirt, even when we were little. Boarding school in bacteria-obsessed Corium had only made him worse. They seemed to think if you didn’t wash your hands every five minutes, you’d roll over dead. When he visited on holidays, I swear he took more baths than any fine lady. Now, he swallowed and shook the proffered hand. This had to be putting him over the edge right now.
I turned my attention back to the small boy. I was beginning to take an interest in him and even got him to eat with me the other night. "Hey, Benjamin, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" I asked hoping to possibly get him to visit our fire again.
"Dunno." The little boy was watching Al with keen interest clearly fas
Your New Soldier Part 2: A Steampunk Story Great, this is just great. Two weeks into the job and I go and lose a soldier. And not just any soldier, no I had to go and lose a damn convict who may or may not be a murderer. Shit...what now? I couldn't just ask anyone if they'd seen him. That would make me look incompetent.Your New Soldier Part 2: A Steampunk Story by *VertFey
After 30 minutes of searching and not finding, I was frantic. I needed help, and I could only think of one person who wouldn't think I was completely useless for asking. I jogged over to the supply tents were he was supposed to be taking inventory. "Corwin, I need your help."
Yep, I was so desperate I had stooped to not only admitting I needed help, but actually asking my older brother. I tried not to remember that he was my brand new sergeant only because we'd just made up from our vitriolic fight on the train here. At least, the black eye I'd given him had faded.
Corwin must have heard something in my voice. He warily set down his notebook. "What is it?" I b
Your New Soldier Part 1 : A Steampunk StoryYour New Soldier Part 1 : A Steampunk Story by *VertFey
What the hell were the generals in charge thinking? I had just got my motley crew of what constituted as soldiers out here into some sort of presentable group, and they decided I needed another one. And not just any soldier, but no, a damn prisoner. That was all I needed. A convicted felon in my company. We were moving out tomorrow, and now, I was going to have to deal with a damn murderer.
What the hell was I thinking? I should have made my brother, Corwin, do this. But no, I was going to be welcoming the newest member of the 212th by myself. I unbuttoned the strap that held my pistol in place. Easier to draw now, in case the man was psychotic, and I needed to shoot him quickly.
Finally, the cart that ought to contain one convict from Arklan Prison rolled up. However, unless the convict was driving, no one seemed to be in it. The driver, clearly in Argentum uniform, saluted. "One new private to be delivered to Captain Ash of the 2