Department of the Army
United States Army Garrison White Plains
95th Paranormal Ranger Regiment
Paragon City, RI XXXXX-XXXX
Orders 370-985
31 August 2012
MORRIS, T. D. 181-XX-XXXX CSM Co. HHC 1st Bn 95th Para Rgr Rgt (WBAVCU) PARAGON CITY RI
You will proceed on permanent change of station as shown. Information concerning your port call will be provided separately.
Assigned to: Co. HHC 1st Bn 95th Para Rgr Rgt (WBAVCU) MILLENNIUM CITY MI XXXXX
Reporting date: 10 December 2012
Additional instructions: (a) To recieve clearance papers you must attend an out-processing briefing held every Monday and Wednesday at 1300 hours, Vanguard facility briefing room, NLT 30 calendar days prior to your departure date. Upon receipt of these orders, report to your Troop Medical Clinic (TMC) for medical screening. Soldier on orders for overseas assignment must have a negative HIV test within 6 months of the reporting date to the overseas command, documented on DA Form 4036-R. Final out-oricessing will not be allowed until proof of results for the HIV test is provided to Central Clearance. You must bring one (1) copy of orders and an approved DA Form 31 (Leave Form) with control number to the brief. Soldiers must attend the brief and conduct all out-processing in duty uniform (ACUs).
(b) You must meet the physical fitness and weight standards outlined in AR 600-9. You are responsible for reporting to your next duty station in satisfactory physical condition and be able to pass an APFT.
(c) You are authorized two pieces of accompanied baggage aboard the aircraft with a combined weight not to exceed 100 pounds. Neither piece may exceed 50 pounds in weight or 62 linear inches. You are also authorized one piece of carry-on baggage not to exceed 45 linear inches.
(d) You are authorized shipment of your privately owned vehicle. Soldier elects to ship POV from the Paragon City RI VPC.
(e) Anticipated date of loss: 1 December 2012
(f) Early report authorized
FOR ARMY USE
Auth: DA ORD dtd 120112
MDC: 9VEB
Enlistment/REENLB indicator: N/A
PPD: N/A
Projected specialty: N/A
Pers con no: N/A
Con specialty: N/A
Pers security code: N/A
CIC: 725B58
Format: 410
FOR THE COMMANDER
REASSIGNMENT PROCESSING OFFICIAL
PARAGON CITY, RI
//original signed//
J. Thomas Kirk
Chief, Reassignment Processing Center
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Orders. What do I know about orders?
Go here. Do that. Shoot this bad guy. Capture him. Assault that hill. Hold that line.
Stay off my grass.
Its all about orders.
Do I agree with them? I'm a Soldier. Its not my place to agree with orders. I go where I'm told. I fight what I'm told to fight.
Since 23 May 2002, me and my boys have been on the ground, providing support where it was needed. And man, was it needed. Even with the Vanguard and Longbow, they were consistently undermanned to say the least. So we stood to, and we fought.
What do we know about Rikti? Not a damn thing. Never dealt with true aliens before, but it falls under the purview of the paranormal, so we got drafted into that mess. Well, not drafted, per se. We all volunteered for the Army, we volunteered for the Airborne, we volunteered for the Rangers, and when we got selected, we volunteered for the paranormal regiment. But we got orders to go. So we went.
Stumbled into Pandora's box, we did. First figured it was just aliens, and at first it was. For a long time, we had our hands full with the Rikti.
Time went by, like it always does, and we began to make progress, pushed the Rikti back, held the line against 'em.
Started getting other taskings, other calls for help.
Hey, there's this vampire lair over here, can you help with them?
Hey, there's these werewolves doing things to civilians, could you stop that?
Holy crap, the Nazis are creating these werewolves and vampires! Could you take care of that in between Rikti skirmishes?
Now there's these ghosts running around... And the Shivans... And Rularuu's making noises again.... Canya... y'know... Do something?
Yeah. We can do something. We can do more than something. We can fight, and we can win.
Lost a lot of good men in the process, but for a long time, we were one of the many groups that helped hold the line against the darkness in any form it took, going so far as to assist in purely kinetic operations against relatively normal bad guys. A welcome respite from the weirdness that so plagued our regimental tasking, but worth it. So totally worth it. Lost count of how many good civilians got pulled out of the fire. Even through the worst, through Galaxy City and our sorties after that got hit, we pulled the civilians out of the line of fire.
One of the perks of the gig, I suppose.
But now, as we say, on to bigger and better things. Apparently we've done our bit for the folks of Paragon City. Time to move on, head to Millennium City, help out there for a bit.
I can't say I've ever gotten comfortable operating on American soil, even with the special dispensations in place due to emergency and the like. But at least with us operating in the States, we're directly helping Americans, so I guess I'm all right with that.
I might not think we're done protecting Paragon City, but who the hell am I? I'm just a Soldier. I do my duty. I shoot bad guys.
Well, used to. Damn promotion. Damn desk job. Stuck coordinating operations and yelling at dumb privates to stay off my grass, get a haircut, get their hands out of their pockets, uncuff your sleeves. But you can't be disciplined in great things and undisciplined in small things. Just doesn't work that way.
So, once more, we'll follow our orders, we'll go where others fear to go, and we'll do our job, whatever it ends up being.
Orders. What do I know about orders?
A lot.