It was just past dawn, and as per the usual at the unnamed firebase, there were Marines with nothing to do except twiddle their thumbs. While most Marines knew exactly what boredom would do and as such sought to prevent it at all costs, some poor unlucky souls weren't smart enough to stock up on Tom Clancy and iPod rechargers. Two of these green-as-grass Marines, one Lance Corporal Richards and his good friend Private First Class Marius, were about to accidentally make history.
It all started off innocently enough. They were going down from the firebase to the small civilian area where the shipping and receiving crew had set up shop, and more importantly some of the natives had started setting up a village. Mostly it was just them taking advantage of the river confluence about a quarter mile upstream, plus the handful of horseshoe lakes downstream that were good fishing. Either way, Richards and Marius were off-duty and looking for something to do.
Their firebase, technically Firebase Bravo, was on a slight rise over a creek from the main area. Strapping up their safety belts, the two Marines forded the creek and tromped into the main area. Past a thin line of full HESCO units and a half-dozen containers-turned-storage areas, there was the Official Civilian Buildings. All two of them, to be fair- a PX working out of a mess of containers, and a very small restraunt that served food slightly, theoretically better than cold MREs. The assorted labritories didn't count, as far as two bored Marines were concerned.
Walking up to the restaurant, the Marines noticed the 'closed' sign with quiet despair. Damnint. The PX was no better, either, and stomachs were rumbling too.
"Well, fuck." Marius opined, sighing as he grumbled. "Looks like there's nothing to do so far."
Richards, who'd been a Marine for exactly one week longer, nodded sagely. "I've heard you can usually find some good stuff with the locals. Wanna take a peak at that area?"
"Sure." Marius said, looking at his friend. "Lead on, Richards!"
Ten minutes later, the two had found their way to the little village that the natives had been setting up. Aside from a lot of what looked sorta like longhouses and lots of cooking fires, the place felt kinda empty.
"Haakal! Haakal ciernos! Ashiel perscotes, Haakal ciernos!"
As two Marine heads turned towards the softly-calling barker, they smelled the fish cooking on a hot rock. Gravitating steadily towards it, they started salivating softly. Sure, it was fish cooked on a rock, but you know that was a good ammount of fish and the barker was putting on an ear of what looked kinda like corn next to it.
Walking up, the pair tried to look disarming, smiling. "Hi." Marius said, looking at the fish."Two, please."
"Kierbock?"
Sighing, Richards pointed at the fish. "Fish."
The barker looked back, and down. Pointing at the fish, he replied. "Haakal."
"Two fish."
"Haakal ciernos."
Richards nodded. "Haakal ciernos. Two, please."
Smiling, the barker deftly took a clean stick out of the fire, tapped some ash off it, and neatly folded the fish into a husk of what looked like the corn. Holding it, the barker held out a hand.
"Ohshit." Richards said. "Marius, you got your wallet?"
"No..." Marius replied. "Uh..."
As the barker raised an eyebrow, Richards dug through his pocket and pulled out a couple of brass casings. Handing them over, the barker shook his head and pushed the hand back. Then, smiling, he reached out for Richard's safety belt.
"You want it?" Richards asked, fiddling with the buckle. "You can have it."
Snatching it up, the vendor laughed for a minute, before Marius handed over his for a fish too. As the two Marines ate their meal and left, the vendor laughed and danced, before hiding them in his longhouse.
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In his office, the Captain in charge of Bravo Firebase just sighed. They'd been here for less than a week, and nothing had been sane. For starters, the fact the quartermasters reported they were out of Safety Belts. Normally, the dang things just sat around, collecting dust; but now they'd been withdrawn en masse for *something*.
"Sir." his aide said, a very junior Lieutenant. "Firebase Alpha is on the phone, they'd like to know if you know anything about the locals all wearing decorative safety belts everywhere."
Facepalming quietly, the Captain sighed. "No, I most certainly do not. Probably some Lance Corporal gave it to some kids or something."
"I'll send that, sir."
The Captain sighed, regretting the prohibitions against drinking on duty. He'd need a stiff one before going to bed tonight.