Foward Unto Dawn - Don't Die On Me! (that would be gross)

[mlockha]

Gunner quickly shoots out of bed, eyes still slightly shut. He rubs his eyes and puts on his new attire, black trousers with an olive shirt. He pulls on the socks and then ties the boots, finally making the bed at the end. He looks around and sees other cadets up, but doesn't know their names. After seeing another cadet stand at attention at the end of the bunk, Gunner does so as well.

[Ad Bot]

[Swat 3]

I look foward as the sargeant comes across me. I can feel his intensity. I notice that everyone is now standing at the end of their bunks.
...

The sargeant inspects all of the beds and picks off a short-brown haired and hazel eyed kid for not tucking in his sheets, even though the cadet next to him doesn't have any shoes on...

"You expect that type of personal caretaking to be done by us, cadet? You goddamn idiot. Whoever your parents are must be annoyed by your untaskfully pillow un-loving-fluffing and your indecency to goddamn take care of your own self. You expect to be a bloody officer, cadet? You fix your mistake, cadet!" He yells. He points at the bed. "Fix it after giving me thirty pushups!" Onlookers seem to know that the sargeant is holding quite back.
...

I attempt to stare blankly ahead, but all I can do is smirk. I do indeed supress it, however, and the sargeant hasn't seemed to notice at all.

[grunterdb1951]

Standing at the end of his bunk by, fully clothed and looking somewhat tired as he grumbles lightly as he stares ahead, Vinny is standing here, though taking care as to fix his demeanor by adopting a blank, indifferent expression and staring forwards.  "Sarg's as stere'a 'typical as I expected 'im to be." he murmurs to himself, keeping his voice hushed enough to simply bring over a peering glare to see where the sound came from, but luckily nothing more than that as everyone in Vinny's vicinity, including himself, stayed quiet.

[Tumbleweed]

(guessing Sarg talking about Arnold)
In attempt to show the sergeant that Arnold am not as wussie as he says Arnie is, he do an extra 20 pushups, then scramble to make the sheets as quickly as possible.

[Swat 3]

The sargeant cares less if Arnold does an extra 100 and walks away. He turns and faces everyone from the corridor.

"As you may know, we are currently in orbit around Cirnicus-IV. What you do not know is that you have slept for aprox. 16 hours in order to properly coordinate ourselves with the rest of the planet." He smiles teasingly, "You can figure out how we did it in class tomorrow."

He walks down the line of cadets. "We are not having breakfast today, as we have," the Sargeant pauses, "missed the occassion." Many of the cadets grumble and he raises his hand. "As per order, we are to immediately gather our personal belongings and arrive on Cirnicus-IV in 10 minutes via drop ship." Some people murmur, as they have the knowledge of an elevator down to the central facilities of the academy.

He then heads out the door, but turns around a meter or to and says loudly. "And if you miss the goddamn deadline of 10 minutes and do not meet me in the docking bay without your special bags behind me, you are being taken back to very unhappy parents. Oh, and checking inside your bag will result in severe repurcussions."
...

I curse under my breath and immediately gather all of my personal belongings, slipping the slim thumbdrive behind the picture of my mother and the case. I grab a... oh my god this is loving heavy.

This is like, 30 god damn pounds. Something seems to poke my back and I readjust my bag in order to make it more comfortable.

I noisly slug it over my shoulder anywho and rush towards the elevator that would take me to the docking bay. A very large sign that says "out of order" it placed over the top and the only other way down is a stair case.

"God loving damn it." I say as I open the door and begin to descend the 15 sets of the stairs down to the docking back.
Meta info:
Each person has a different "bag description" and will be applied to something as due close event:

Grunter's character has a bag that has a very bumpy texture. Seems to be multiple items. Weighs around 20 or so pounds.
Tumble's character has a bag that is a smaller and only seems to hold three or so rectangular devices. It has broken straps and must be carried awkwardly with both hands in order to transport. Weighs around 8 or 10 pounds.
Mlockha's character has a bag that seems to have many rope-like things inside. It also seems to have a large object near the back of the bag. His bag weighs around 45 pounds.

[grunterdb1951]

20 pounds aint stuff

Vinny grunts as he leans down and hauls up the bag, he's still struggling a bit because he was practically handed stuff down to him most of his life as the son of a god damn admiral, but being the top lad he is, he slings it over his shoulder and begins to break into a light jog down the steps, carefully skipping a step or two as he goes along to make it faster down with less effort. "Th' sarg's a bit of a richardhead." he says aloud with a quiet snicker, hoping that no one hears him like the cunt he is.

[Swat 3]

"I heard that." I say, taking a little bit of a faster pace down the steps.

Kenny hears someone fall from the top of the stairs and frowns in sympathy.

[mlockha]

this is sum fuking bs weighing 45 pounds my god
Gunner grabs his personal belongings and then his bag. He slings it around and lifts. Immediately, a big grunt leaves his mouth. "Holy stuff." Gunner mouths, as he slowly lifts up. He moves over to the elevator. Out of order. Holy mother of god. He looks towards the stairs and begins the long trek down 15 sets of stairs. Finally arriving at the bottom, he collapses near the docking bay and goes towards the ships.

[Tumbleweed]

I lift 8 pounds in my sleep

I slide the pocket-watch into my pocket, not wanting it to be lost in some sort of accident, and load up the rest of my bag. Boy is carrying this thing annoying.
Seeing Gunner laying down at the bottom of the stairs, I go up to him and say, "You seem to be having some... issues. Let me take that." (Referring to his bag)

[mlockha]

I lift 8 pounds in my sleep

I slide the pocket-watch into my pocket, not wanting it to be lost in some sort of accident, and load up the rest of my bag. Boy is carrying this thing annoying.
Seeing Gunner laying down at the bottom of the stairs, I go up to him and say, "You seem to be having some... issues. Let me take that." (Referring to his bag)

Gunner waves him off and stands up.
"I'm fine man, thanks. I'm Gunner. I would shake your hand, but my hands are kinda full." Gunner clutches the bag with 2 hands along with slinging it across his back.

[grunterdb1951]

Vinny's already forgetin' there, he's panting heavily with his hands on his knees grunting for a moment before he pushes himself back up to his full height, his right hand coming over to wipe some sweat from his brow. Standing at the docking bay, he plants his hands on his hips as he maintains his bag on his back via its slings, glancing left and right before he lets out quietly, "Now, tha' wasn' so bad, 'ey fellas?" he says with a smirk, looking back to see Gunner just getting up. "Oh." he says for a moment, blinking before he shrugs, his smirk growing lopsided slightly before he stands idly by, waiting.

[Swat 3]

Once I get down the stairs behind Gunner, the only... person there is the ships A.I. She directs us, obviously selecting from a list, into different pods. I ask her where the Sargeant is and she doesn't answer.

"Ravoy, Griffen, Windiheri, and Romano. First pod."

I grunt as I slug my bag over my shoulders once again and rush to the pod, sitting close to the front.

"What the forget is this stuff?" I say outloud once everyone else piles in.

[grunterdb1951]

"Alright, toots!" says Vinny with a hum and a slight hop to his step as he wastes no time making his way over into the pod, sitting down next to Kenny with a grunt and a light sniff, his smirk maintained as he stares forward blankly, as if spacing out a bit.

[mlockha]

"Got it."
Gunner jogs over to the pod and takes a seat next to/across from Vinny.

[Tumbleweed]

"What's got you so excited now?" I say glumly, "I'm barely awake, that 16-hour sleep thing is all bullstuff. Not to mention I haven't  eaten in over a day."