GI JOE Porn Story: Diamond in the Rough Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Characters in this work (GI Joe/ Cobra) are the property of Marvel Comics, Hasbro
and Devil’s Due Publishing, Inc , and are being used without permission. No profit is gained from the use of these characters.
Rowan Michaels (a.k.a. Trigger), Mirrored Reflections, and the Diamondback are of my own creation
Thanks to: DesertFox for her work, JohnF. , I would not know Rowan, if I did not know you, and to Jai for the push . . .
Diamond in the Rough
By Nickelina
Welcome to GI Joe
Hawk’s morning meeting was interrupted by a knocking at the door.
“Come in.”
Lady Jaye slowly opened the door. She saw Flint and Duke seated in front of Hawk, and she knew she was interrupting an important meeting. “I’m sorry, I’ll come back.”
“What is it, Lady Jaye?” Hawk noticed that she held a file in her hand.
“Its not important, Sir. Ill come back later.”
“You have the correct file.” He answered the question he knew she was about to ask him. Hawk knew what her thoughts were on that particular new recruit and he thought he could slip it past her as normal work. “As a matter of fact, it was just what we were discussing. Would you like to join us?”
Jaye hesitated. She didnt think that this recruit would be one of Hawks top choices; they had talked about it on the way back to the command center. Any comments she would make would fall on deaf ears. Besides, there would be no way Flint would come to her rescue if she were to slip up and say something that would get her on report if Hawk were sitting in front of him as well. “No sir. I just wanted to make sure that you had given me the correct one, She held the file up for Hawk to see. You had a quite a few files to look through.”
“No, there was no mistake. He’s our man.”
A look of disbelief crossed her face. “Well, if I may, Sir,” Lady Jayes tone was full of defiance as she began to speak, she stopped when she saw Flint looking at her with a warning glance.
“Yes?” Hawk answered her back. He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. It was his way of showing her he would listen to what she was about to say, but she was treading on thin ice.
“I thought…”
“You thought?”
“I…” She looked over at Flint, whose eyes were screaming at her to stop before she got started.
“I’m waiting, Corporal.”
Jaye looked at the floor briefly, then back at her superiors. “Ill just get this started. Does he have a codename yet?”
“Do you have any suggestions?” Hawk asked her,knowing that she had backed down.
Lady Jaye could not believe what she was hearing. This was the recruit who joked his way through the interview, the one who didnt care. This recruit was the one that Hawk was supposed to forget. She must have seen something in the interview process that Hawk did not. She knew this recruit did not belong in GI Joe. Jaye thought she had let her feelings known to Hawk, and he would consider picking one of the other recruits. Now Hawk was asking her if she had suggestions for a codename. Jaye had to keep her temper in check this time. She took a moment to think of a fitting name. Dumbass, Lazy, Incorrigible, Nitwit, and Moron do come to mind. No, those will not work. “No sir, I do not.”
“Well, then, I’ll let you know what we come up with.”
“Thank you, sir.” She turned on her heel and firmly shut the door behind her.
With the door securely shut, Hawk closed his eyes, folded his arms over his chest and sighed. After taking a few deep breaths, he continued his meeting. “So, where were we?”
“I see she doesn’t approve.” Duke was the first to comment on Lady Jaye’s attitude as he set his papers on the corner of Hawk’s desk.
“Stubborn. That woman is just plain stubborn.” Hawk uncrossed his arms.
“If you would like, Sir I could talk to her.” Flint tried his best to cover her tracks. “Tell her to keep her personal feelings about new Joes to herself. She should have never done that.”
“Oh quit trying to cover for her Flint, she knows better.” Hawk stood up and started to pace the room. “I’ve had to play referee to her before. Its your turn now.”
“Do you think thats a good idea, Sir?” Duke laughed at the thought of Flint having to be between Jaye and her newest adversary.
“Yes, I do. I will not have yet another boxing match between her and another Joe.”
“That was totally my fault, Sir.” Flint rubbed the side of his face, remembering the day, and where Jaye had punched him.
“Im sure it was.” Hawk paused. “He’ll need to shadow someone his first few days. I know just who should do it. If you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I’m going to have a little talk with Corporal Hart-Burnett.
Specialist Rowan Michaels finished folding the rest of his personal clothing and sorting it on his bunk. His military issued duffle was on the floor only half full. If what he had didn’t fit in it, it wasn’t going with him. Ironic, he thought, his entire life fit into a duffel. That was the way he wanted it; the way he needed it. It was better that way, nothing to worry about, no attachments, nothing to root him down. He had learned early, you never knew what life was going to throw at you and you had to be ready to move at any time. That thinking stemmed from the fact that he never truly had a home. Rowan had grown up that way; he was always moving around, being shuffled from home to home for much of his childhood. He always craved some sort of stability however, the notion of being in one place for a long time made him uneasy.
He was one of the forgotten children. Somehow he fell through the cracks in the system and was never placed in a long term foster home. When he was old enough, he went out on his own. He could never depend on anyone before and he would not start now. He always had to look out for himself and that was his mind set.
Rather than turn to a life on the streets like so many other in his situation, he made the choice to join the armed forces. The Army gave him the stability he needed, with the prospect to move if he needed. Not to mention a roof over his head, and decent food on his plate. It was all that his recruiter told him it would be, plenty of excitement, travel and the ability to do hands on work which was something he loved. With all of his hard work came the rewards that he deserved.
Rowan took his basic training at Fort Benning, Georgia. He sailed through basic and his infantry training and was one of the best in his unit, despite that fact that he did as little as possible to get the job done. His interest in armory and a knack for refurbishing and fabricating his own small arms on his free time caught the eye of his CO who suggested that he transfer his MOS to ordnance, where he could use his skills on a daily basis. He transferred to Fort Knox, Kentucky shortly after.
Because of his upbringing, Rowan was always on the defensive. He was always the guy to talk back, the guy who never threw the first punch, but landed you one square in the jaw if you were to hit him. He never worked well with people, and did not want the help from others in his unit. He liked to work alone, and only asked for help when it was absolutely necessary. He had a few scuffles on base which he received a slap on the hand for. Shoving matches in the barracks and practical jokes that always went to far were just the tip of the iceberg. His commanding officers often overlooked these because Rowan was too valuable and asset to his unit for anything drastic to be done. His behavior did not change when he left base either, in fact it was worse. He had numerous fights in public places that ranged from arguments with strangers to fist fights. The last fight ended with him breaking the windshield of a civilian car and injuring the driver after insults were traded after bar close. After this, his second encounter with the local police, the decision was made to demote Rowan to a National Guard Unit. Fort Knox did not want anymore of Rowans bad publicity. His CO hoped that his time spent with the National Guard would help him control his temper, so he could come back as a useful part of the unit. Like all the other moves in his life, Rowan had the feeling that this move was going to be for the worse. His gut feeling told him that he was never going to come back to this unit and he would be spending the rest of his career babysitting at a National Guard Unit.
His new unit was the 778th Ordnance unit located at Fort McCoy, Wisconsin. He loved his work there. His move there was nothing but a blessing in disguise. It made him realize why he made the decision to join the Army in the first place. He poured himself in his work and worked harder than he ever had. He helped keep the unit running smoothly, and offered his experiences and skills to anyone who needed it. His changed his way of thinking and improved attitude showed more and more each day.
Northern Wisconsin reminded Rowan of his early childhood in New Hampshire. He even took time on his days off to go fishing and camping, things he never had the chance to do when he was a kid. He was finally making peace with the demons of his late childhood and teenage years. Rowan was realizing that keeping in all the bad feelings were his downfall and he had to accept the road he had traveled and that he needed to learn from it.
After nine months at Fort McCoy, Rowan received a phone call from a former Commanding Officer from Fort Benning, who was now at Fort Bragg. His unit there, after a review of his progress wanted to re-instate Michaels. Rowan looked forward to the move, although he had a few good acquaintances at Mc Coy, he knew that once he left they would never write, never call. And that was exactly what happened. He was again out on his own.
He was not ready for what was in store for him once he got to North Carolina. Teasing and harassment were always a part of being new in a unit, and it seemed as if every one knew his history before he got there. The harassment was constant and Rowan felt himself slipping back into his old habits fast. That is what caused the first fight. His first time on report. Then another fight, and another time on report. He knew the next time he was called into his COs office it would be the end of his career. He tried to concentrate on his work, and not let anyone else bother him. But his bad mouth always seemed to get him into trouble. His hard work earned his respect from his superiors, but not the respect of the other men in his unit. But what did he care about them? They were not his friends, he had no friends, and no desire to have any either.
The only person I ever considered friend had turned out to be someone who betrayed my trust. I learned a hard lesson that time. Never tell anyone your secrets, your fears, or your dreams. If you do, they leave. Just likemy family had left me. He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. He didnt want the demons returning like they always did. You are alone, you will always be alone. He ran his fingers through his sandy blond hair and straightened himself to stand his full six feet. He was frustrated. Pulling on a few strands of hair that were near his forehead, he made a mental note to get it cut before he started duty at the new base. A haircut was a good beginning to yet another change in his life. He wanted to make a better impression than he did the first time that he met with General Hawk.
He checked his watch and realized that he only had a half hour before his transport left. Time to stop fucking around Rowan! He said aloud to himself, cramming the rest of his belongings into his duffel. The last two remaining items he held in his hand. One, the only picture he had of his parents that was now torn and tattered, the other his formal letter from General Hawk inviting him to join the GI Joe team. He opened the letter and read it one more time. With tears swelling in his blue-grey eyes he whispered, Mom, look what I accomplished! Dad you are gonna be so proud of me. I am now one of the best.
He turned around to make sure that no one was looking at him and wiped his eyes. Another private he shared his room with walked in and near his bunk. Rowan quickly put the picture and paper into his pocket. He shoved the rest of his belongings into his packs and started to walk out the door.
Hey, Michaels! Where are you going? the private called out.
I got a promotion. Im leaving this dump. Rowan answered back.
You? Mr. Bad Attitude? What promotion did you get? Bullet stuffing or permanent latrine duty?
That sounds more up your alley, dude. Matter of fact, I was told that is your new duty. General Clayton Abernathy summoned me. Im probably going to the Pentagon.
Whatever man, youre a fool.
Fool, my ass. You know what, dude? Rowan looked thoughtfully at the private, Jealousy will get you nowhere. He picked up his pack and never looked back as he walked out of his room at Fort Bragg for the last time.