5/3/24: r/SketchDaily theme, âFree Draw Friday.â This weekâs character from my anthro WWII storyline is Private First Class Green Rat. Heâs currently not a major character, though he started out in a semi-important role in the first reboot. Heâs a complete newbie and is constantly overwhelmed and has no idea how to handle anything. Thereâll be more about him later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.
Regarding his design, heâs rather chubby, and looks perpetually confused or terrified. Heâs young, but not as young as this art makes him look.
TUMBLR EDIT: Plotwise, Green is one of the ânewerâ Trench Rats, the second wave who were recruited following the German attack on HQ. Development-wise, I knew he dated back to at least the first reboot, circa 2002 or whenever, but had a strong feeling he actually was created prior to that, maybe even around the same time as âoriginalâ (developmentwise, not plotwise) Trench Rats Gold, Black, Red, Blue, etc. I just looked at my earliest still-extant version of The Trench Rats, dating to late 1990 (it claims to be based on an even earlier (written?) version, but I have no memory of this, and no evidence of its existence), and although I didnât remember this either, Green is indeed mentioned a handful of times (always as one of a group of other named Rats), and has exactly one unique line:
Black came up and, seeing the confusion, shook his head. âHello!â
Purple, Red, and Green immediately leapt to attention and saluted. âHello, sir!â
Gold twirled his tail and grinned.
âWhatâs going on?â Black asked, climbing in.
Red relaxed. âNothinâ much, sir. In factââ
âWe donât know what weâre doing,â Purple snickered.
âI guess thatâs it, sir.â
âAt ease!â Black exclaimed, laughing at Green, who immediately relaxed with a sigh of relief.
âThank you, sir,â he said, dropping to the floor in a heap.
Oddly, this very brief interaction, from a very stupidly out-of-character (Black, laughing? 𤨠) and out-of-date text, is still pretty in character for Green.
Now, on to the reboot, for which I know Green has at least a chapter dedicated to him. Hereâs the relevant text Iâve found, recall that it dates back to the early 2000s. There are errors, including that Indigo should have a RED cross on his helmet. And Black being a drill instructor, uhâŚI have no idea.
Excerpt one:
5: GREEN
WHEN HE FIRST STEPPED out of the Jeep, he already felt out of place. The huge sunken building, the numerous trenches surrounding it at a distance, the Rats standing with their guns over their shouldersâall of it seemed part of another place, with nothing to do with him. He was one of the latecomers; he was sure the First Battalion had all they really needed, after the massacre and all, though they did need four hundred to even their numbers out. He supposed he was four hundred and one.
âPrivate Green?â one of the Rats standing nearby asked. Green nodded, feeling at least a little relieved that someone recognized him, even though it was probably just because of the color of his cape. Most of the Rats were assigned colors as codenames; those who were wore the color in their uniform, and he had gotten green. Green. Why did he have to get stuck with such a color? At least it fit his state of mind.
âWelcome,â the Rat said, coming forward. Green felt like cringing away. This Rat was huge, towering over him; from the looks of it he could snap Green like a twig. When he stopped and looked down at him Green felt like an ant. The color of his cape was a deep purplish-blue; it reached almost to the ground. He wore the spiked German-style helmet of all the Trench Rats; a white cross was upon it, and a lance-corporal insignia upon his right arm. Green didnât know what he should call him. Sir? Shouldnât that be saved for the sergeant and the corporal? Even though heâd probably never really meet them⌠What about Lance-Corporal? Purplish-Blue Guy? He was absolutely mystified, and he was sure it showed on his face.
âIâve been assigned to show you to your quarters,â the Rat said. From his accent, Green realized he must be Australian, and wondered what heâd done to end up here. âIf youâll follow me, Iâll have you set up in under an hour. Is that your luggage?â
âYesâSirâI meanâuhââ
The big Rat smiled. âYou can call me Indigo. Your luggage, heavy, is it?â
âYes, it is, kind ofââ
He cut himself off as Indigo hauled the bag out and swung it over his shoulder as if it were a down pillow. The taller Rat turned and marched off toward the low-set building; Green nearly had to run to keep up with his long strides.
âWhenâd you decide you wanted to join the battalion?â Indigo asked absently as they descended a set of steps into the earth.
âIâI was drafted, actually,â Green admitted. Indigo nodded. âI actually donât think Iâm very fit for Marine life. My father always saidââ
âWell, youâll get used to it, after a while. If you never see the sergeant, consider yourself lucky. However, sometimes itâs sheer luck that gets you to him. Thereâs four hundred of us, give or take, and Black doesnât have time to spend on every single one. Thatâs why he sends out blokes like me to do the dirty work.â And he laughed raucously.
Green gave a nervous smile that he didnât really feel. âIs heâis he really as hard as they say?â
âThey who? Hard? You kidding me? Half the time you wouldnât even think thereâs a sergeant there. He got quite a reputation as a drill instructorâhe never yelled in anybodyâs face. All he had to do was stare 'em down.â Indigo chuckled. By now theyâd entered a lower system of tunnels, deep under the ground; the walls were damp and there was the sound of dripping water far off. Several sections still showed damage from the severe bombing theyâd taken not too long ago, when the surrounding trenches had been gassed and over three-quarters of the original battalion had been killed off⌠Green shook his head, preferring not to think about it too hard lest he lose what composure he still had. Indigo led him into a wide hall branching off of the main one, then to a door set in the wall. He stopped and pulled out a set of keys.
âTheseâre your quarters,â he explained. âRight now youâve got no roomies. Consider yourself lucky again.â He laughed to himself. âBut donât be surprised if you suddenly end up with a buddy. That happens. Youâre probably not gonna be the only latecomer here. Seems everybody and their motherâs lining up to join.â
âReally,â Green mumbled.
âYeah, really.â Yet another chuckle; Green relaxed just a bit. It was good to see such a jovial nature in such a huge rat. As he unlocked the door and went inside, Green following, Indigo glanced down at the shorter Rat meaningfully.
âItâs not always that bad to see the sergeant, though,â he added. âMake lance-corporal and youâll get a bird of your own to fly, even.â
Green smiled weakly and nodded. The truth was, he couldnât care less; the sharp-beaked specimens heâd been introduced to already in the stables at the back hadnât looked very friendly to him. Heâd seen the two used by Black and Goldâeven their colors matched.
âWhenâs my shift?â he asked absently. The Rats worked in four-hour shifts, so that everyone got some sleep while all the ways into the underground bunker remained guarded.
Indigo chuckled again. âOh, you, not for a little while yet. Youâve gotta learn the ropes. I bet you donât even know your way around yet?â
âWell, as a matter of fact, notââ
âYou could see Turquoise about that. Heâs been all the way through these tunnels and back, a dozen times and more. Even I could get lost. He doesnât. Iâll make sure he gives you the âgrand tour.ââ And he howled with laughter and slapped Green on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over.
Green wheezed. âThanks. Iââ
âYouâre welcome. Look, hereâs your bunk, your space, and everything. Hereâs a kind of mapââ he pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to him âânot anything detailed, but enough to get you to Mess Hall or the hospital ward if you need anything. If you want to know wherever anybody is, just go to HQ. Iâm sure somebodyâll point you out. Now, Iâve gotta get going. Itâs my turn to wash out the bedpans.â He just about screamed and smacked Green on the back again. Green winced at the stinging that spread through him. âBedpans! Ainât that funny? Iâll see you later, mate.â He turned and disappeared out the door, his howls echoing down the hallway.
Green, now that heâd been left alone, rubbed his sore back, certain heâd acquire a large bruise. Not that it mattered much. Heâd tolerated plenty bruises enough in basic training. With a sigh he slumped down on his bunk and stared up at the ceiling. He almost wished Turquoise, whoever he was, was there to show him around now. It seemed heâd be doing nothing else important for a while.
Excerpt two:
8: TURQUOISE
A TRENCH WALL collapsed and blood went streaming along the ground, muddying the earth.
Turquoise stared at the ceilingâor rather, the bottom of the bunk just above himâfrowning as the image kept repeating itself in his head.
He wasnât certain why it wouldnât go awayâŚthey usually did, pretty quickly, but this one stayed with him, and gave him an anxious feeling. No, anxious didnât quite describe itâŚhe had a bad feeling.
A knock came to his door. He shut his eyes and let out a small annoyed sound. Heâd just managed to get back to his own quarters for a brief rest, and now this. Why did people always seek him out?
âGo away!â he shouted, putting his hand over his eyes.
A voice he didnât recognize came through the door. âUmâŚSir?â
He lifted his hand and blinked. Who was that? With a sigh he pushed himself off the bed and went to the door, opening it and peering out. âWhat?â he snapped, before noticing that the Rat standing there wore a private first class insignia and held his hand up to his brow in a stiff salute.
Turquoise stared at him.
The private didnât move, merely stayed frozen that way.
Turquoise shifted one foot awkwardly. He didnât recognize this one, so it was obviously a newbie. He was shorter even than Turquoise and wore a green cape. LogicallyâŚTurquoise decided his name must be Green.
âUhâŚâ he said, breaking the silence. The privateâs eyes shifted but otherwise he didnât move. âPFCâŚGreenâŚâ
âYes, Sir!â The private looked astounded that Turquoise knew his name.
âYou can put your hand down, Green. Iâm not the sergeant.â
âYes, Sir.â Green did so, but stayed at attention.
This time Turquoise sighed inwardly. Though almost everyone in the Trench Rats bore a relatively low rank, those who were lower in rank always seemed to submit to those who were higherâsometimes to a fault. As a mere lance-corporal he felt he in no way deserved the title âSir,â yet privates were calling him that all the time. On occasion even lance-corporals called other lance-corporals âSir,â but thankfully that was only when one was in command over the otherâŚotherwise he didnât think heâd be able to stand all the âSirringâ that seemed to go on.
He had to at least try. âYou donât need to call me Sir, either, Green. Iâm just a lance-corporal here.â
âIâm sorry, SirâIâuhâLance-CorporalâIâuhââ Turquoise modified the expression on his face, to indicate that the private could say what was on his mind. âThe truth is, Sir, uh, well, I just feel better calling youâI mean, uhâwellâIâm only a PFC here, and you are higher in rank, soâŚâ
âWellâŚthatâs okay, I guessâŚwhat do you want, Private?â
Green seemed to relax slightly. Hereâs a person who could become used to routine, Turquoise thought. âI was told to get in touch with you, Sir. You see, Iâm new here, andââ
âIndigo sent you, didnât he?â Even as he said it Turquoise wasnât certain how he knew. âTo have me show you around.â
ââYes, Sir.â Green gaped at him.
âI suppose thatâs okay, too. Hold on and Iâll be right along with you.â
âYes, Sir.â Green stood absolutely immobile while Turquoise went to the stand in the corner and splashed water in his face, shaking his headâthe strange vision had left him feeling fuzzy and distracted. The last thing he needed to do was show some newbie around while he was half out of his head. He shook his hands off and turned back to him, but kept rubbing them together almost unconsciously.
âSo youâre new here, huh.â It wasnât even a question. Green answered anyway.
âYes, Sir. I just got set up in my room, but I thought maybe it would be better if I, uhâgot to know the place first. Someone told me where the main HQ is, but so far that and my room are all I know.â
âWell, you should know where Mess Hall and the hospital ward are, too. Theyâre both in the West Wing. Your room is here in the East Wing.â
âYes, Sir.â
âThatâs where most quarters are.â He said that to let Green know he wasnât God, he didnât know where everybodyâs specific room was. That was, not unless heâd been shown who lived there. Then he didnât forget.
âYes, Sir.â It didnât work; Green was still looking at him like he should be put up on a pedestal and worshipped.
Turquoise swallowed. His hands were still shaking. He felt like he needed a drink. âThe North Wing is still shut down after the bombing. Indigo forgot to tell you about that, didnât he.â
âYes, Sir.â
âThere are many smaller tunnels leading off of all the wings, but Doomsday mostly is in control of those. Those tunnels are where most of the wiring and electronics for this place are stored. Iâll show you a few of the more important ones later, in case you get assigned to work with him.â
âYes, Sir.â
âDoomsday is our chief engineer, by the way.â
âYes, Sir.â
âYou probably wonât see him much.â
âNo, Sir.â
They reached the intersection of the four main wings; Turquoise stopped and briefly glanced in each direction, sheerly out of habit. It wasnât as if he needed to get his bearings.
âTheyâre serving soup in Mess Hall,â he said, sniffing the air, though when Green sniffed he didnât seem to smell anything. âRice soup. Supper starts in a few minutes. Iâll get you there a bit early if you like.â
âYes, Sir.â
âThatâs the North Wing.â He pointed out the portion of hall to the right; it went on for a short distance before they could see sawhorses blocking off the way, and what appeared to be a caved-in section of the roof beyond that. Green swallowed. Turquoise merely went on ahead.
âMess this way.â Green hurried to catch up as the lance-corporal strode off. Turquoise waved his arm at an entrance on the left-hand side of the hall, from which was issuing a lot of noise; evidently there were other Rats who wished to start supper early, too. Green sniffed and licked his mouth. Turquoise continued on, past the hall, so he had to leave the cafeteria behind.
âThe hospital ward is directly ahead. It suffered some damage during the attack, but itâs mostly fixed up now. Lieutenant Burgundy is in charge down there. Lance-Corporal Lyndsey Skye is the head nurse. Youâve already met Indigo. Heâs one of Burgundyâs interns.â
âYes, Sir. I didnât know that, Sir.â
Turquoise tried not to grind his teeth. This âSirâ thing was really grating on his nerves. He pushed open the doors to the ward. âTrench Rat ward is to the left, refugees and outside patients to the right. Hello, LC Skye.â
Skye came forward with a tray in her hands. It held a bowl of soup. âGood evening, Turquoise. I was just bringing this to our lovely German patient. Whoâs this?â
âThis is PFC Green. Heâs new here. I was showing him around.â
âDo come in. Iâm sorry to say the doctorâs out right now. Probably taking care of his arm.â She shrugged and turned away, not explaining, disappearing behind the curtain blocking off the private ward.
Turquoise followed her in, so so did Green. He tried to look in the Trench Rat ward, but a curtain was blocking it off as well. Turquoise assumed he wondered if anyone was in thereâŚand how badly they might be hurt.
He tried to shove thoughts of the collapsing trench out of his mindâŚ
Nurse Skye was taking the tray over to the Nazi patient, who sat glowering at her from his bed. There were three others on the ward, and they all stared at Green as he went past. His face grew red. One of them leaned over toward another and whispered something in French. Turquoise very nearly felt his ears burning for the embarrassment the private must be feeling right now.
He then got a better look at the patient. âWhatâwhat happened to his head?â he asked, a slight note of alarm rising in his voice. He hadnât noticed that nasty gash before. It had been sewn up, but from the looks of it, no one had bothered to use anesthesia.
âOh, he and the good doctor got in a bit of a tussle earlier today. Gold had to break it up and whip some sense into him. With the butt-end of his gun, to be exact.â
Turquoise cringed. Green paled. Turquoise could guess what he was thinking: This corporal is starting to sound like a pretty nice guy. He had a sudden mental image of Gold, snarling and savagely ramming the gun into the already-weakened Naziâs head, grinning wickedly as the prisoner went down. Then he had to shake his own head again. Who had thought that one up, himself or Green?
He glanced at Green and saw the sick look on his face and felt his question had been answered.
Skye went toward the patient and offered the tray. The Nazi kept glowering, even when she offered some kind words in German. Turquoise stepped forward; Green followed. The Nazi turned and glared at Green, but when he looked at Turquoise the expression on his face changed. When he spoke to the lance-corporal there was a plaintive tone to his voice. Turquoise sighed and said something in return. Skye only frowned and shook her head.
Green leaned toward her. âWhat was that?â he whispered, curious. âIt looked like he wasâŚasking him for something.â
âHeâs asking when he can be let go. He doesnât like it here, with Americans. He wants to go back. For some reason I suppose he thinks Turquoise will help him out. Thatâs how a lot of our patients are. Turquoise isnât even an intern here and the patients look up to him more than they do to Burgundy.â A shrug and a sympathetic look. âBut weâre not going to be able to let him go. He could always go back and tell the Nazis where our HQ is. And we canât let anybody know that. Not even the British. Thereâs always the chance someone we donât want to know could find out.â
Turquoise managed to listen in on them while listening also to the Nazi patient. In truth he only half listened to both. He stood with his stare far away while the patient kept talking to him in German.
âWhen can I go from here?â
âIâm sorry but youâre a prisoner now. You canât go.â
âI swear I wonât let them know of your Headquarters. They wonât learn it.â
âIâm sorry but you still canât leave. Make the best of it here.â
âYou must let me go. I canât survive here! That doctor will kill me first! You must let me go!â
Turquoise didnât respond to him this time. He turned away, back to Skye and Green, speaking up as the patient raised his voice in protest. âMaybe we should go now. Dinner should be starting. Follow me. Thank you for showing us in, Nurse Skye.â
âYouâre welcome, Turquoise. Do come again when youâre able.â She had to raise her own voice to be heard over the Nazi, who was now practically shouting to get Turquoiseâs attention. When he didnât get it, he slumped back in bed, ignoring the soup she offered him.
Turquoise rubbed his head, suddenly aching, and headed for the doors, hearing Green trotting to catch up, and Skye serving dinner to one of the other patients, replying to his questioning murmur, âOh, heâll get over it. Once he finds out Lieutenant Burgundy doesnât have a vendetta against him. Iâm surprised he hasnât considered poison in his soup if he thinks Burgundy is going to kill himâŚoh, no, thereâs no poison in there, SirâŚyou must believe me.â
Except three:
9: GREEN
TURQUOISE LED GREEN into Mess Hall, mumbling something about going to see the refugee compound at some other time; Green wasnât certain what he was talking about as he wasnât paying much attention anymore. He was too busy gawking around the crowded room to notice much of what the other Rat said. He hadnât thought the room would be so big, or have so many people in it.
Several Trench Rats glanced up at him as they went past, but only briefly, before turning back to their dinners. Turquoise led him to the food line. âYou just pick up what you need. Iâll be sitting over there. Come over when youâre finished.â Rubbing his forehead, he walked away to join two other Rats seated at a nearby table.
Green swallowed and made his way up the line. He took the absolute minimum he could without sacrificing the entire meal. Any other time he would have been starving, but today he was far too nervous to eat much. When he got back to the table he saw Turquoise in apparent conversation with one of the other Ratsâor rather, the other Rat talked to Turquoise, while Turquoise listened. One of them was dressed in blue, with a lance-corporalâs bar on his arm; the other was in gold, with a corporalâs bars. Startled, Green nearly dropped his tray, but Turquoise waved him over.
âThis is Lance-Corporal Blue and Corporal Gold,â he said. âThis is PFC Green.â
âHi!â Gold greeted. He held out his hand. Green set his tray down so hard some of the soup spilled over the side of the bowl, and he saluted. There was a pause. Gold shrugged and gave a halfhearted salute back. Then he waved his hand for Green to sit down.
âSo youâre new here?â he asked, picking up a piece of bread and proceeding to tear it apart with his hands. Green nodded, his throat stuck. The corporalâŚwasnât quite what heâd expected. He was too short, taller than Green but not by much, shorter even than Blue. And he didn't look like the kind of person who would hit someone in the head with a gun butt. Not at all.
âYes, Sir,â he finally managed to get out.
âOh, the 'Sirâ type. Okay. So you got done stamping those letters, huh?â
The question obviously wasnât addressed to him, so he didnât answer. Turquoise sighed and rubbed his eyes, ink still staining his hands.
âYes. Every last one. Copper took them, though, so if they end up in the wrong place, itâs not my fault.â
âTurquoise here is what you call an eternal pessimist,â Gold said to Green, as if the other Rat couldnât hear. When Turquoise gave him a nasty look he went back to the subject. âJust so long as theyâre done. Theyâre supposed to be deliveredâtomorrow, is it?â
âI thought it was tonight. He already left, right?â
âLeft, rightâthatâs crazy talk there.â
âLook, did he leave or didnât he? Copper said he had to have them by tonightâŚitâs tonight, I figure he has to have them by now!â
âOkay, all right, just joking. I thought he came back by nowâŚdidnât his company come back in?â
âDo I look like I was there?â
âOf course they did,â Blue cut in. âIâm here, arenât I? Where the hell is your head tonight, Gold?â
âWell, thatâs kind of what I was getting atâŚI mean, shouldnât you be gone? Silver and the others were supposed to raid that whatchamacallit, that camp. I heard he scoped it out, if they donât do it tonight theyâre gonna lose their chance.â
âThatâs up to Echo and Charlie Companies. Mineâs still stuck here. Just to irritate you, dear.â
âWhatever, just so long as he did whatever he had to do with those papers so I donât get held responsible. Look, bread angel!â Gold held up his piece of bread to reveal what heâd been working on; it resembled the outline of an angel with wings. Turquoise didnât seem interested; Blue smiled over his soup. Green just stared.
This guy whacked a Nazi with a gun?
âHeâs deep in thought,â Gold said, tracing patterns in his soup with a spoon and grinning at Green. âRight now heâs got to be thinking something deep, something profound. WHATâRE YOU THINKING, GREEN?â
He said it so loudly that Green snapped out of his thoughts and actually blurted out what was on his mind.
âI donât see you hitting him with a gun, Sir!â
Blueâs hand froze on its way to his mouth with the spoon. Turquoise looked up. Gold gaped across the table.
Green turned every shade of red humanly possible. He wanted to just drop his head in his soup and die.
Then Gold started laughing. Greenâs first thought was to turn red again; then he realized Gold was laughing more at what he'd said than at Green himself. So he simply gotâŚconfused.
âYeah,â Gold said as soon as he could control his laughter, âI suppose it is kinda hard to imagine. But it just kinda happened.â
âYou really did hit him?â Now that the story was confirmed Gold seemed to come more down to Earth; he wasnât the savage Trench Rat brutally bashing a Naziâs head in with his gun. âIn the head? With the gun?âI mean, Sir.â
Gold took a mouthful of soup. âYeah, I did. But only 'cause Burgundy yelled to do something. Before that all I was doing was gawking at him.â He started laughing again, a weird choked sound. âSomebody smack me before I shoot soup out my nose.â
âGod.â Turquoise this time, shaking his head and putting it in his hands.
âSo youâre the one whoâs been keeping the lieutenant in business?â Blue inquired, blowing on his soup.
âNo, it was just him, just that one guy. Nurse Skye and I have reached an agreement that I will not be held technically responsible for any other injuries that occur as the result of my gun hitting someoneâs head. Technically.â
This time he and Blue started laughing. Green tried a wavery smile. He hadnât imagined the Trench Rats as being anything like this at allâŚthese people were tooâŚnormal.
âIâm sure Burgundy will agree too,â Blue said.
âMake him sign something,â Turquoise added, âand Iâll put the official stamp of approval on it.â
They started howling now. Green couldnât help joining in, forgetting all about his food. For several moments they tried to catch their breath, gasping and heaving.
âWhat, thatâs all you got?â Gold asked, noticing Greenâs tray. âThat wonât keep you going! You should be eating like me, nowââ
âYouâd need Goldâs metabolism too,â Blue said. âOr else youâd balloon up.â
âLike his head,â Turquoise put in.
âOh, yeah now, thatâs funny. Eat like Turquoise does and youâll just blow away. Watch out for any strong winds.â
âI wasnât hungry,â Turquoise retorted, sounding slightly offended.
âYouâre just like a camel, Turq. You live off of something besides food. Someday weâre gonna find out just what that something is.â
âAnd try it out on Gold,â Blue finished, and they laughed again.
âI hope you gentlemen arenât having too much fun without me?â
Gold stood up and gave a dramatic bow as Skye appeared, carrying her own tray. âSo youâve finally decided to join us common folk!â he exclaimed, giving her his seat. She gave him an odd smile as he moved to Greenâs side. âWhat dragged you away from sickbay, LC?â
âThe sound of charming company in the Mess Hall. Cackling their brains out.â
âCareful. Gold threatened to spew soup from his nose,â Turquoise said.
Skye wrinkled her nose. Gold tossed his bread angel at Turquoise, who ducked. It landed in another Ratâs soup several feet away.
âDid not, at least not anytime recently. Make yourself at home, LC. Thereâs plenty of room, and plenty of food.â
âNot for long. Goldâs taking it all up. Look, poor Turquoise is going to fade away.â
âHa!â This time Gold flicked a spoonful of rice soup at Blue. It smacked the lance-corporal in the face and he sputtered. Skye and Green had to force themselves not to laugh.
âA bunch of animals,â Skye said to Green and Turquoise, as if including them in on a big secret. Gold got up and grabbed Blue by the shoulders, knocking off his helmet and rubbing the top of his head with his knuckles.
âAw, Blue hereâs not an animal. Itâs just me being my stupid old self. Blue, be a doll, and replace my piece of bread. I think I lost it in somebody elseâs dinner.â
âYes, Sir.â Blue retrieved his helmet, picked up his tray, and walked away.
âSee what a gentleman he can be?â Gold asked the other three as he left. âAnd you called us animalsââ
âNot particularly. I was specifying you.â
âOh, now, LC, that hurts. Just when I thought you felt something for me.â
âThatâs the indigestion talking, Corporal.â
The endless banter and innuendoes seemed very out of place to Green, but as the others didnât seem very insulted by it he didnât complain. In fact, he rather liked it. He didnât feel quite so anxious anymore; it was almost like home.
Which was a place he didnât count on seeing again anytime soon. So, he told himself, heâd better get used to it here. This was going to be his home, now.
âŚAll righty, thatâs it.
Taking a look at this last scene in Mess Hall, it appears to be an updated version of the original scene where Black arrives and Green salutes, then collapses; I didnât include it as it was off topic and quite stupid, but what Black is walking in on is a bizarre conversation the Rats are having in D-Dayâs room. Thereâs even a joke reference to using the five Wâs and H (what, when, where, who, why, howâthough these are not the words actually used) in the conversation, similar to the inane âleft, rightâ joke in the newer version. Anyway.
Green has apparently always been intended to be the âabsolute newbieâ stereotypeâenlisted not of his own free will, afraid of weapons and confrontation, extremely anxious to please authority, completely out of his element. Heâs short, soft, and chubby. According to how my art turned out, he even has a baby face. Of course he expects the fabled Trench Rats to eat him alive. And is surprised when they donât. Aside from this, Iâm afraid, there was never much more developed of his character. He wasnât intended to be that deep or interesting. And so far, he hasnât appeared yet in my mental brainstorming for this second reboot. What this means, however, is thereâs plenty of room for development.
I canât commit to Green becoming an important character yet, though he has potential. He hasnât revealed any particular past to me yet, though his mention of his father in the conversation with IndigoââIâI was drafted, actually. I actually donât think Iâm very fit for Marine life. My father always saidâââhints at some possibilities. It looks like his father knew heâs not the fighting type, and likely either discouraged him from getting involved in the military/any fighting lifestyle, or criticized him over it. Repeatedly. Green acts exactly like someone whoâs been relentlessly downtrodden and belittled by someone he looks up to and wishes to make proud. So in this newest story version, Iâd have to assume heâs likely not drafted, he enlists willingly. THEN has second thoughts. Being drafted and then deciding to throw himself into it is still a possibility, though.
I can easily imagine Green going through some sort of character development arc where he gradually becomes more proficient and secure in his abilities, though heâd be quite stumbly and bumbly at first. My imagination is toying with him surviving by sheer luck for a time, for example, being the one who manages to miss getting hit by German sniper Ratdog, and Ratdogâs consternation afterwards. (Ever-scathing Klemper could be on hand to say, âHow did you miss that shotâŚ?â) This could be a running gag though itâd be more interesting if he did eventually just start to get better at things. I imagine that him witnessing all the horrible stuff that happens throughout the story could turn him jaded and cynical, though I wouldnât want him becoming like, say, Citrine. Iâd prefer him to cling to SOME of his idealism and belief in humanity.
BUTâŚthereâs the alternate possibility of Green either getting turned, a la Anna Julian, OR just turning himself into a sort of bad guy, a la Revell. That could be a pretty interesting possibility from a character one would not expect. It would be difficult to pull off convincingly, so if I did go that route, Iâd have to tread carefully to avoid it devolving into caricature. Heâd have to have a damn good reason to turn.
This is all my convoluted way of sayingâŚI had little time to draw this week and needed somebody easy and uncomplicated, so here Green is. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ But as I said! Potential! He could become a much more intriguing character when I have time, and when he decides to start talking to me. He has father issuesâŚI suspect his story, if/when it emerges, will have something to do with that.
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