Enterprise-6 burst into the room, nearly giving everyone a heart attack. "Sorry guys, I'm late!" she huffed, still catching her breath.
"Nah, you're just in time," Hornet replied, casually munching on popcorn like nothing happened.
"Umm... Hornet. That's your second bucket," Cleveland pointed out, glancing at the now-empty bucket in her lap.
"We still got more," she shrugged, licking butter off her fingers.
Helena chimed in. "Yeah, but that's your seconds and the movie hasn't even started yet."
"Shut up! We're about to start!" Queen Elizabeth snapped from the front row, her royal patience clearly running on fumes.
"Alright, everyone take your seats," Adm. Nimitz said, clapping his hands once like a schoolteacher.
People shuffled around, squeezing onto couches, beanbags, and whatever floor space they could find. Yorktown patted the spot beside her, and Enterprise-6 plopped down without hesitation.
Tonight's guest list was wild. The Cleveland sisters. Helena. Laffey-459. The Yorktown and Essex sisters. The Royal Maids. Queen Elizabeth, Illustrious Sisters, Unicorn and The trio of Destroyers. Admirals Nimitz and Philips. From the Sakura Empire: Mikasa, Mutsu, Kawakaze, Takao, Atago, Zuikaku, Shoukaku, and even Nagato herself.
"Okay, okay..." Essex-12 said, pointing the remote at the projector. "So what do we wanna watch?"
The selection screen came up. Good ol' American military flicks filled the list:
Full Metal Jacket
Jarhead
Top Gun (1 and 2)
We Were Soldiers
Midway
Black Hawk Down
"Full Metal Jacket," Laffey-200 mumbled without hesitation. The trio immediately echoed her.
"YES. Full Metal Jacket."
"So that's the pick?" Essex-12 raised a brow. The trio nodded furiously.
The Girls bobbed their heads at the choice of movie, the two admirals exchanged looks and shrugged. The poster looked gritty enough they were in.
"Alright then."
*Click.*
The movie began. The opening scene rolled, showing a lineup of fresh recruits getting buzzed under grim lighting as the theme music played.
"Thank god they didn't shave our heads," Cleveland whispered.
Then entered Gunnery Sergeant Hartman - storming through the screen, unleashing an absolute blitzkrieg of slurs, roasts, and sheer verbal destruction at the hearts and mind of the recruits.
Illustrious gasped and covered Unicorn's ears with both hands.
Cleveland and her Sisters twitched like they were back in boot camp.
Yorktown covered her mouth, eyes wide as she prepared her soul at the orchestra of word Gunnery Sgt. Hartman.
Zuikaku and Takao? Their eyes gleamed like they'd just found a new religion at the biblical word coming from Gunnery Sgt. Hartman. Atago and Shoukaku stared at their sisters in confused horror.
"Damn. That's one hell of a start," Hornet muttered, munching louder.
"He's way more brutal than Gunny Lucas," Javelin said, shivering.
"That's a lot of slurs coming at that man's mouth!" Queen Elizabeth muttered, pointing-out the obvious.
Laffey-200 suddenly spoke up, catching everyone off guard. "The point of that is to break down any rebellious recruit," she said in her usual sleepy tone, eyes locked on the screen.
"You have to follow everything your CO says. They act chaotic so you'll learn to think and react in chaos."
"That... actually makes sense," Adm. Nimitz nodded thoughtfully.
"I hope it works on our Commanders too," Adm. Philips added with a sigh.
"Maybe I should join," Formidable said casually.
Everyone turned to stare, as if implying something at her choice.
"What? I'm just saying," she shrugged, sipping her tea like she didn't just drop a nuke in the room.
Then the infamous war-face came and everyone laugh. Pvt. Joker gave his all yet not meet the standards of the war-face and war-cry.
Javelin and the Cleveland Sisters had a brief moment of flashback at Hamman's war-face – which leads to her and Gunny Lucas barking like an angry to a kitten.
Gunnery Sgt. Hartman turn his attention at Pvt. Cowboy, and began to chew out his ass, bombarding him with barrage of insults.
Everyone started laughing. The admirals and older members cracked up hardest - clearly understanding all the dirty jokes. Illustrious was giggling uncontrollably, while poor Unicorn looked completely lost.
"I wonder how Texas would react to this," Enterprise-6 chuckled.
"She'd die laughing," Mikasa said, trying not to wheeze herself.
"I don't get any of those jokes," Ayanami said with a furrowed brow.
"It sounds funny though," Javelin smiled.
Then Hartman turned his wrath toward Pvt. Pyle.
The girls erupted again. Even the Illustrious sisters were laughing-except for Queen Elizabeth, who froze the moment she heard Gunnery Sgt. Hartman shout:
"That sound like Royalty, are you Royalty? I don't like the name Laurence, only faggots and sailors called Laurence. From now on your Pvt. Pyle!"
Queen Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "Is he referring to us Royalties as faggots!?" she shrieked.
Warspite and a very concerned Royal Maid lunged forward, pinning her to her seat.
"Calm down, Your Majesty! It's just a movie!" Warspite pleaded.
"Yes, Your Majesty, please... it's just cinema!" Edinburgh added quickly.
On screen, Hartman ordered Pvt. Pyle to "wipe that smile off his face." The Girls laughed at his attempt of wiping the silly smile on his face.
"You better wipe it off, buddy. Or he will kill you," Essex-9 muttered ominously.
"So he's just... insulting them?" Helena asked.
"You'll see the fun part later," Laffey-200 said with a grin so sinister it made everyone uncomfortable.
Then came the infamous scene - Hartman yelling and Pvt. Pyle choking himself with Gunnery Sgt. Hartman's own hand.
"...Maybe I could use that on someone who pisses me off," Queen Elizabeth muttered under her breath. Having a thought of someone choking themselves at her own orders.
"Your Majesty, you do realize we can hear you, right?" Belfast said calmly from beside her.
"...Fine. I won't," she sighed.
"Good," Belfast smiled - a smile so calm it made even the two admirals squirm in their chairs.
Next, the recruits were shown marching in formation while singing their cadence.
"Everyone's in perfect formation," Takao observed, nodding in approval.
"Does that man ever get tired of yelling?" Essex-9 asked.
Essex-12 turned to her and deadpanned, "If potatoes like you exist, he won't."
Everyone stared at her sudden reply, the tension is thick between the two.
"...Knowing her? Yeah," Enterprise-6 added, sipping her drink as Essex-9 slowly shrank into her seat, arms crossed, pouting.
Then came the inevitable disaster - Pvt. Pyle messed up handling his Rifle. Everyone tensed up as they knew what's coming for him.
"Oh, he's dead," Cleveland, Columbia, and Javelin said in perfect sync, each flashing back to their own basic training disasters.
Onscreen, Gunnery Sgt. Hartman slapped Pvt. Pyle left and right, screaming, "Which side is your left, numb-nuts!?"
Helena flinched at the slapping. "Would they do that to us if we messed up?" she whispered nervously.
"No," Essex-12 replied, voice calm but firm. "DI's aren't allowed to touch recruits anymore. That stuff's banned. Lucas won't lay a hand on you—but he will punish you."
"So... he is not allowed to touch us. But still allowed to punish us?" Helena asked, eyebrows rising.
"Only if you're a smartass or a total screw-up."
Helena looked visibly relieved. She's lucky she ain't gonna experience that.
"Don't worry, he'll just scream in your face till your soul leaves your body," Cleveland said, flashing a totally unhelpful grin.
The next scene showed the dorm, recruits standing with rifles. Hartman barked: "From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be 'Sir.' Do you maggots understand that!?"
And then came the legendary line: "The days of finger-banging old Mary Jane Rotten crotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece of metal now. THIS IS YOUR WIFE!"
The whole room exploded in laughter.
"Why do they name their rifles like women?" Unicorn blinked up.
"They named their weapon's a girls name. Because," Essex-12 explained, "a soldier isn't supposed to lose his woman. If he loses or neglects his rifle - it's like he failed his relationship. It teaches responsibility."
"So it's about being responsible..." Unicorn said softly.
"Yeah. Like Maya and her Katana. She spends more time oiling that sword than she does asking Lucas out on a date."
"...WHAT?!" the entire room yelled in unison.
The scene transitions to early morning as everyone trains in rifle drill formation. Gunnery Sgt. Hartman inspects them one by one, his focus constantly fixed on Pvt. Pyle.
"Why is this guy always messed up, again?" Zuikaku asks.
"Because he's fat," Laffey-456 replies bluntly.
"Hmm... makes sense."
The scene shifts to the obstacle course. At the Monkey Bars, the trainees perform well.
"That was easy," the Sakuran shipgirls comment casually.
"Yeah... you're right," Queen Elizabeth mutters, clearly annoyed — she despises this part of the training.
At the "Dirty Name" obstacle, Pvt. Joker manages to pass and lets out a loud war cry. Pvt. Snowball and Pvt. Pyle follow, but Pyle falls multiple times, while Gunnery Sgt. Hartman unleashes a barrage of slurs and insults.
"He's got spirit and guts," Adm. Nimitz observes.
Adm. Philips adds, "But he doesn't have the strength."
Hornet leans toward Formidable and whispers, just loud enough for others to hear. "Hey, you thinking of joining in that state?"
Formidable shoots her a glare. "Are you implying I can't handle that obstacle?"
Everyone knows exactly what Hornet is hinting at. Then, unexpectedly, Laffey-459 says it out loud.
"You're heavy. You'd fall like him at the obstacle course."
Formidable glares at her. Laffey-200 steps in protectively, silently reminding Formidable who has the metaphorical "gun" in the room.
At the pull-up bar, Pvt. Joker manages a few reps. Pvt. Pyle, however, can't even manage one.
"He's a humiliation for a warrior," Takao mutters. Zuikaku, Kawakaze, and Warspite nod in agreement.
"I think I can only do two or three pull-ups," Helena admits softly.
"Maybe I shouldn't join," Formidable mumbles to herself.
The scene changes to the next obstacle, the "Stairway to Heaven," puts Pvt. Pyle to the test. He climbs slowly, gasping for air and struggling with his fear of heights. Gunnery Sgt. Hartman waits at the top, a storm of insults and backhanded motivation ready. Pvt. Pyle reaches the top - but freezes, loses confidence, and starts climbing back down.
The line: "I'm gonna ripped your balls-off so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you Pvt. Pyle, if short dicks every cannibal in Congo."
"Okay, he's not funny anymore. He's just embarrassing," Takao says flatly.
Zuikaku adds, "At this point, ripping his balls off might be better than letting him keep contaminating the world."
"Give him a chance... he might prove himself in other ways," Mikasa says, hopeful.
"W-Well... he had the courage to climb that high..." Edinburgh adds, her voice trembling just thinking about it.
During the "Running Course", Pvt. Pyle quickly loses stamina and slows to a walk. His squadmates help him along so he doesn't weigh them down at the course, but he really weigh them down. Once again, Gunnery Sgt. Hartman bombards him with insults. Pyle trips, and the whole squad falls into the mud.
"Dude, really?! We ran like hell from that kind of obstacle course and you're already out of breath?" Cleveland exclaims.
"That was easy for me," Laffey-459 says, casually munching on popcorn.
Javelin silently thinks, 'I carried you all the way to the finish line...'
The scene cuts to the dormitory. It's early morning, and Gunnery Sgt. Hartman slams an aluminum trash can to wake them.
Laffey-200 and Essex-12 shout in unison, "Drop your cocks and grab your socks!"
"Is that even a real phrase?" Illustrious asks, covering Unicorn's ears.
"Yes," Essex-12 answers confidently. "It means stop dreaming about women and start working your ass off."
"I... I see," Illustrious nods thoughtfully.
Pvt. Cowboy and Pvt. Joker are assigned to clean the bathroom - with the standard: "Even the Virgin Mary would be proud to take a dump here."
"Hm... easy task," Edinburgh comments.
"Have you even cleaned a men's bathroom? Especially a Marines'?" Essex-12 asks.
Edinburgh thinks deeply, but Laffey-200 interjects, "Don't. You don't want to know what horrors lurk in a Marine's bathroom."
Edinburgh just nods, unwilling to imagine further what horrors awaits her in a men's bathroom.
Later, Pvt. Joker questions the existence of the Virgin Mary. The mood instantly tenses. Gunnery Sgt. Hartman slaps him without hesitation.
"Sir, negative, Sir. The Private believes that no answer will be correct. And the Senior Drill Instructor will beat him harder if he changes his answer, Sir."
"Damn. He's got guts!" the Cleveland sisters and Hornet shout in unison.
"Talking back to your sensei is like a death sentence," Takao comments. The Sakuran shipgirls nod solemnly.
Gunnery Sgt. Hartman relieves Pvt. Snowball as Squad Leader and promotes Pvt. Joker instead for having the guts to speak up. Everyone in the room was stunned at the turn of events for Pvt. Joker.
"Trust is earned, not given. This man proved it," Mikasa says. The two Admirals nod in agreement.
"So this is how you prove your worth? By yelling at your superiors?" Queen Elizabeth scoffs. "preposterous!"
"No, Your Majesty. He proved his worth by standing up - not just shouting," Belfast replies calmly.
Pvt. Joker is now tasked with mentoring Pvt. Pyle, helping him fix his repeated failures. Slowly but surely, Pyle begins to improve his performance at the obstacle course.
"See? Told you. He just needed time to prove himself." Mikasa smiles.
"And all it takes is one screw-up to ruin everything," Laffey-200 mutters. The others glance at her, confused by her ominous tone.
Later, Gunnery Sgt. Hartman delivers a brutal speech under the blazing sun about killer instinct and their rifles. He emphasizes that death is not permitted without authorization.
"I wish he was a samurai," Zuikaku muses.
"He'd be hurling insults in the temple," Enterprise-6 jokes.
"What??" Zuikaku asks, confused.
"I can imagine it now, slurs and insults echoing across sacred halls," Nagato says, nodding along.
"Yeah... I can see that too," Mikasa agrees.
Then, during a surprise inspection at each recruits' foot locker, Gunnery Sgt. Hartman finds Pvt. Pyle's foot locker unlocked. He tosses everything out - and finds a jelly donut inside. He then start cursing in the name of Jesus Crist Himself.
"Seriously, dude? Really???" Everyone groans in disappointment with Pvt. Pyle's actions.
"No wonder he doesn't lose weight," Takao says, shaking her head.
"What's wrong with that? He's hungry," Unicorn says innocently.
Essex-12 responds, "Kid, in the Marine Corps, your body is your weapon. Fatties doesn't belong there. If someone gains weight, they're expected to lose it. Fast. Marine's body is a weapon, and the guns are just tools."
"Marines have standards," Laffey-200 adds.
At the price of one jelly-filled donut, everyone in the squad is punished. They are made to get to their basins and begin doing push-ups. Pvt. Pyle, who ate the jelly-filled donut, sits in the middle, looking defeated.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Yorktown remarked, observing the situation.
"Everyone's going to hate him now," Javelin added, her voice full of sympathy.
The scene shifts to the training field. The rest of the squad exercises, while Pvt. Pyle remains seated like a child. When the marching drill begins, Pvt. Pyle's pants are down, his rifle held upside down, and his right thumb is in his mouth.
Everyone face-palms.
"Really? How many times has he screwed up?" Queen Elizabeth shouted in disbelief.
"Poor guy..." Unicorn murmured.
"He's a total failure," Takao said, her expression unamused.
That night, in the barracks, everyone starts putting their soap and towels away. They walk past Pvt. Pyle's bunk and decide to punish him, tying him up in a blanket and beating him as they go. Pvt. Joker watches, though he seems to be struggling with his own thoughts.
Some of the squad members pity Pvt. Pyle, but they can't deny that he chose to be a Marine - yet failed to adapt.
"The training was hard. He failed to adapt to his environment," Belfast remarked, observing him with a hint of sorrow.
"Being a knight is tough," Warspite said, shaking her head.
"As a warrior, I think he'll be kicked out on day one," Takao added with a bitter smile.
Despite the punishment, Pvt. Pyle shows no emotion. He starts speaking to his rifle as though it's a lifeline, and his obsession with it grows. It's clear he's becoming more detached and unhinged, veering away from his original purpose.
"This guy is giving red flags," Nagato commented, eyeing him with concern.
"He looks scary now," Unicorn added, nervously glancing at Pvt. Pyle.
"The next day, at the shooting range, Pvt. Pyle shows a marked improvement. Gunnery Sgt. Hartman praises him for his marksmanship. At the Rifle Drill, Pvt. Pyle is becoming more adaptable to the environment.
"The Drill Instructors are proud to see that we are growing beyond their control. The Marine Corps wants to build indestructible men, men without fear."
"From what I see... they really did make him a man without fear," Belfast noted, a touch of admiration in her voice.
"Most of them have some loose screws. So, yeah..." Essex-12 added with a chuckle.
"From now on, until the day you die, every Marine is your brother. Most of you are going to Vietnam, but the Marine Corps lives forever."
Adm. Nimitz, observing the scene, muttered, "Great speech."
"It really is a great speech," Mikasa agreed, nodding.
At graduation, everyone is assigned to their respective battalion companies. Pvt. Pyle, though, now seems like a different person cold, calculating, and dangerous.
"This guy's changed ever since he got beaten up," Zuikaku said with a troubled look.
"And you never change, even when you get beaten," Enterprise-6 chimed in, teasing her.
"Turkey's still a flightless bird, though," Lafey-200 added with a smirk.
Zuikaku didn't want to provoke the 'Bunny.' She knew what happened to anyone who challenged her—it wasn't pretty.
As the tension builds in the room, Lafey-459 stands up from Lafey-200's lap, her bunny ears twitching.
"My senses tell me something's fishy," she said before dashing out of the room at lightning speed – to catch Casanova and the Cat.
-You already know who it was -
Everyone watched in stunned silence, awestruck by her speed.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom that night, Pvt. Joker was assigned fire-watch. He saw Pvt. Pyle sitting on one of the toilets, carefully placing live ammo into a magazine beside his M14 Rifle.
"Where did he get those live rounds?" Yorktown asked, looking concerned.
"I think he's been collecting them during training, without everyone looking around," Warspite replied, drawing everyone's attention.
Essex-12 and Lafey-200 praised her observation. "Good job. You could be a marksman," they said approvingly.
Pvt. Pyle had completely lost his sanity by now. He began practicing rifle drills in the bathroom in the middle of the night. Gunnery Sgt. Hartman heard the commotion and stormed in to confront Pyle.
"Pvt. Pyle, what the hell are you doing?" Hartman barked. In a chilling moment, Pvt. Pyle raised his rifle and shot his Drill Instructor dead.
"His mind is completely broken!" Essex-9 yelled in horror.
Unicorn covered her eyes, unable to watch the violence. Illustrious nestled her in her arms as Unicorn cry.
"He really killed him..." Hornet said in disbelief.
Takao, ever the strategist, said quietly, "For a warrior, you need self-control."
Atago, always quick with a tease, added, "Really? Why rush into a battlefield if you can't control yourself?"
"That's different from this," Takao shot back firmly.
Pvt. Pyle, sitting calmly on the toilet, pointed the barrel of his rifle at his own mouth and pulled the trigger, ending his life. Blood and gore splattered against the tiles, and the scene left the squad in shock.
Javelin, Ayanami, and Unicorn were traumatized by the sight.
"If you want to serve your country, you must have a strong will and be prepared for everything. That's what happens when you act on emotion," Adm. Nimitz said solemnly, his voice carrying a lesson.
"Well said, my friend," Adm. Philips spoke, nodding thoughtfully.
~20 min of the movie~
Pvt. Joker was sent to the front as a journalist to report on the ongoing war in Vietnam. Aboard the CH-43 Seahorse, he saw one Marine open fire on fleeing civilians. The Marine's excuse? "Adding to my kill count."
"Really?! Killing civilians?! Really?!" Queen Elizabeth shouted, outraged.
"Calm down, Your Majesty. It's just a movie," Belfast said gently, trying to soothe the angry royal.
"Why would he do that?" Unicorn asked, visibly scared.
"In times of war, people lose their sanity - especially those on the frontlines. That one scene is very telling. Boot camp only prepares you for the worst," Essex-12 said with a hardened expression.
At the mass graveyard, an officer pointed out Pvt. Joker's helmet with "Born to Kill" written on it, alongside a peace symbol on his uniform. Joker replied that it represented "the duality of man."
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." Essex-12 and Laffey-200 said in unison.
"If you want peace, prepare for war," Queen Elizabeth translated.
Later, in the village, Pvt. Cowboy and Pvt. Joker met again, exchanging insults like old friends.
"Do men really enjoy throwing insults at each other?" Formidable asked, tilting her head.
"Men threw insults at one another to boost ego. If you've never heard them, you've never been near a commanding officer," Essex-12 replied.
"Yeah... she's right. Back in the day, we'd toss insults around just to get some confidence going," Adm. Nimitz admitted, surprising most - except those who knew him.
They soon encountered a Marine with an M60 and a hair-trigger temper. He and another Marine hurled insults until the squad broke them up to avoid a brawl.
One Marine posed for a photo next to a corpse, casually tossing out slurs. As the squad moved through the bombed-out city, a hidden mine exploded - shrapnel tearing through one of their men.
"The guy just dies. No fight, nothing," Essex-9 commented.
"Mines and IEDs are every grunt's nightmare," Essex-12 added grimly.
A Marine behind a wall was cut down by a hail of bullets. The rest retaliated with overwhelming force - bullets, bazookas, tank shells—obliterating the building.
"That's quite... overkill," Belfast noted.
"There's no such word as 'overkill' in our dictionary," Laffey-200 replied coldly. "We just want the man dead." Her glare made the meaning chillingly clear.
Everyone in the room understood what she meant. America didn't care about the cost when it came to killing one man.
When the Vietcong tried to escape, the Marines unleashed hell. Grins spread across their faces as they
racked up kills. Suddenly, 'Bird Is the Word' started playing in the background.
The Modern Kansen began singing, others joining in, while some looked visibly annoyed.
"What is with this song?! People are dying and they're playing that annoying thing!" Queen Elizabeth protested.
"I kinda like it, Your Majesty," Warspite said calmly.
"Yes, I do as well," Illustrious agreed.
Then, a News Crew began filming them as they opened fire on the enemy. The Marines threw out slurs and dark jokes at the camera rolls. The CH-43 Seahorse hovered above, capturing it all, the fight and violence.
"Journalism at its finest." Essex-12 commented dryly.
"It's just a straight-up propaganda and lies at this point." Nagato muttered.
"Things like happens all the time." Queen Elizabeth added.
Essex-12 turned to the two royals sitting at the front. "Let me ask you two - how many lies have you
covered up just to keep your people satisfied?"
The two power figure froze, knowing exactly what she was referring to.
The scene shifted. The Marines gathered to say goodbye to their fallen brothers. Pvt. Joker broke the moment by joking about masturbating.
"Really?! Even in death, they insult their comrades?!" Zuikaku cried out.
"Nah," Essex-12 said. "Even in death, we throw insults. Because even in hell, they'd be laughing. That's how friends are, we make each other laugh, even at the end."
As gunfire cracked in the background, each Marine gave their take in front of the camera. Some were serious, others proud, and a few just tired. Then came Pvt. Joker - cracking dark jokes while explosions went off behind him.
"He really likes dark humor, huh?" Mikasa said, raising an eyebrow.
At the end of the firefight, the squad was seen lining up for their price at a brothel. When it was the Black Marine's turn, he was promptly rejected by the woman.
"What?! You serious?" he laughed, slapping his thigh. "Girl, this right here's a pure Black Alabama Snake!"
The two Admirals immediately buried their faces under their caps in embarrassment. Every girl in the room turned bright red.
"Wha–Whaaaaaaaaat?!" Queen Elizabeth stammered, steam practically bursting from her ears.
"Kami-sama... I have sinned," Nagato muttered, covering her face.
"You'll get used to it," Mikasa replied flatly, sipping her tea without missing a beat.
"Congratulations, ladies," Essex-12 announced with a mock-serious tone. "You are now impure!"
"Hmm... now I wanna know how big that 'Black Alabama Snake' really is..." Atago said, licking her lips with a sultry smirk.
"Atago, could you please stop being a pervert for once?" Takao shot back, clearly done with her sister's lewd antics.
The scene changes and shows a Marine reached down to grab a Stuffed Animal lying in the rubble.
"Aw, it's kinda cu—" Unicorn began, before the screen erupted in a fiery explosion.
The Stuffed Animal lying on the ground had been rigged with explosive, the Marine that picked that up died instantly.
Illustrious immediately hugged the trembling Unicorn, who was about to cry. "The plushy explodes."
Adm. Philips muttered grimly, "No wonder Lucas had a bad feeling about U-Chan..."
Everyone nodded solemnly. "Yeah..."
Lost in the city ruins, the Marines pushed forward. One led the way - and was promptly gunned down by a hidden sniper.
"ENEMY SNIPER!" Queen Elizabeth suddenly shouted, nearly leaping from her seat.
Everyone jolted, startled by the Queen's outburst.
The Marines immediately returned fire, spraying the buildings. Another shot rang out - hitting the same downed Marine again. Then another volley of fire sprayed the same buildings.
They tried to rescue him, but the sniper was baiting them. Another Marine made a run for it. Everyone laid down cover fire.
The young Kansen covered their eyes, the violence too much to bear.
"So... this is what Lucas fought through?" Warspite asked quietly.
"Marines have the lowest life expectancy in the U.S. Military," Essex-12 said flatly, stunning the room.
"What?!"
As one Marine dragged his wounded comrade, he was shot mid-pull. Chaos erupted again. They all seized firing, as they debated of how were they going to rescue a down fellow Marine.
"They're debating how to get him back..." Belfast noted.
"He's a brave man," Takao added. "Trying to save his fellow Marine."
Then—another shot. The downed Marine was hit again. One Marine carrying an M60, tired of the debate, snapped.
He charged into the open, unloading his weapon.
"Is he nuts?!" Essex-9 shouted.
"No... He's stupid and brave," Essex-12 replied.
The M60 Gunner reached cover, asking his dying comrade for the sniper's position. With the last of his strength, the Marine pointed. Then, another shot. He died on the spot.
"Your sacrifice won't be in vain, buddy," Cleveland said, saluting as her sisters joined in.
Now knowing the Sniper's position, the squad formed up and advanced. Pvt. Cowboy, inside a ruined building, was hit in the back. He tried to call for backup, but his voice faded. They tended to his wounds, but he died before help arrived.
"NO! Not Cowboy!" Hornet cried, devastated.
"You were a good Marine, Cowboy..." Laffey-200 said with a bland face, then gives a salute.
The Marines, furious, stormed the building with vengeance in their eyes.
"Kill the bastard!!" Queen Elizabeth shouted with fury.
"Your Majesty - language," Belfast gently reminded her.
Pvt. Joker spotted the sniper first. He raised his M16—click. Jammed. He cocked the receiver to remove the jam.
"Did he even check if it was loaded?" Hornet asked, dumbfounded.
Pvt. Joker ducked behind a pillar, scrambling for his sidearm. The Sniper turned - revealing a teenage girl. She fired first. Pvt. Joker narrowly avoided the burst as one of his Squadmates unloaded, riddling the Sniper with bullets.
"Wait—what?! All those casualties were caused by her?!" Nagato and Queen Elizabeth shouted in unison.
The Teenage Sniper lay on the ground, bleeding out, her body riddled with bullets. The younglings shut their eyes, some trembling at the sight.
The squad surrounded her, arguing over what to do next. Pvt. Joker stared at the girl, conflicted. His finger hovered over the trigger of his sidearm.
"Just... end it," the girl rasped through the blood.
"Don't do it... Don't do it..." some of the girls murmured under their breath watching the scene.
But with a single, emotionless shot *bang!* Pvt. Joker ended her life.
Unicorn broke into tears. The room fell silent.
"It's kill or be killed in this kind of situation," Essex-12 said flatly.
Mikasa glanced at her. "Sounds like you've done this before..."
Everyone turned to Essex-12, anticipating something heavy, and they got it.
"Yes. Middle East. I was ordered to conduct an airstrike to protect ground forces. They were pinned down in a residential area. Civilians died that day... including children."
The room went dead quiet. No one spoke. Even the tough ones couldn't look her in the eye.
"We nailed our names into history enough for today. We humped down to the Perfume River to set in for the night..."
As the surviving Marines marched through the ruined streets, a dark, ironic chorus echoed among them—an old wartime ritual.
They walked past smoking buildings and corpses, laughing through the horror, because if they didn't laugh, they'd never stop screaming.
"My thoughts drift back to wrecked nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rotten Crotch and the great
homecoming fucking fantasies. I'm happy I'm alive. In one piece. And short. I'm in a world of shit, yes... but I am alive. And I am not afraid."
As the movie ended, the entire room was silent. No quips. No jokes. Just a heavy silence.
Yorktown finally opened her mouth to say something—when the door burst open. Everyone turn to the door. It was Lexington.
She stepped in with a clipboard. "Admiral, you're needed in the office."
Adm. Nimitz groaned. "What is it this time?"
Lexington sighed. "Another brawl. This time in the residential district of the base. Persons involved: Lucas, Arizona, Lafayette, JS Maya... and ten Officers."
Laffey-200 shot up from her chair, outraged. "Those bastards are having a fight - without inviting me?!"
"EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!!!" everyone was baffled at her outburst of not invited at the brawl.