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Chapter 6: Construimus, Batuimus
22 November 2007
Derek jumped over the brick wall, landing next to his truck on his feet running down the driveway. He could find her anywhere; she was burned into his soul, a part of him. Enve was the very best parts of him, his savior in more ways than just one. She saved his life more than once; he owed her more than he could pay.
April 2020
The cool April air was strange to Derek and his crew, they weren’t used to moving in the near dawn hours, but Serrano Point had received a transmission from a military base near Ventura. The call came in from a Senior Chief Matthew Redelk, who had a small band of military regulars that had been hiding out at Naval Base Ventura County with him since the bombs dropped. They had trucks, supplies, tools, not to mention their training. Major Zach Chandler (on orders from Perry and Connor themselves) ordered Derek and his crew to run down the PCH, pick the base empty and haul ass home. Derek had taken the order, gathering up Sayles, Sumner and Timms for the trip. He hoped between his guys and whoever the Senior Chief had they would be able to strip the base and bring it all back. God only knew what they find down there. It had been about nine years since the bombs had dropped, and if this band of military had been there the whole time, they had probably stripped a good part of the base themselves. Why hadn’t Connor thought of going down there before? They had already put up Firebase Scorpion up at Naval Base San Diego and started rebuilding a community there.
Metal didn’t come out much during the day, they were basically day blind. They worked best at night with all their infrared sensors, motion detectors and other tracking tech. Day was the time to move and do things, it wasn’t entirely safe, but it was safer than moving at night by far. Derek sat passenger in the MRAP they had found a year ago and refurbed with the help of a guy named Baker, who was an Army mechanic before J-day. Baker had gotten captured by the metal and put in a work camp three months after he finished the conversion and refurb of the MRAP. The heavily armored vehicle ran on a nuclear fuel cell rather than gasoline, which was rare as gold in these times. Sayles drove, enjoying the feel of the hulking vehicle at his hands. “Chandler said to follow the PCH and we hang a right at the Channel Islands. Said we’d run right into it within a few blocks. He had to ask around to see if anyone had heard of the base, it was so small I guess.”
Derek nodded, he knew he had never heard of it when he was a kid and he grew up near the Thousand Oaks area, which didn’t sound like it was far away. Daylight came on as they saw the Channel Islands, Sayles pointed ahead of them when he saw the small guard shack standing out on the street, surrounded by a chain linked razor wire topped fence. “That’s gotta be it Reese, ain’t no other reason why a guard shack be sitting out on the street with wire like that.”
“Come up slow Sayles, Sumner, Timms! Get ready!” Derek’s breath always caught for a second when they came up on something new. The base looked desolate but that didn’t mean anything. They could be hiding in any building, any tunnel, who knew how old this base really was, not to mention what was in it. Sayles rolled the MRAP up slowly to the guard shack, as a heavily armed soldier in woodland cammies stepped out to meet them. He easily swung up on the side of the MRAP with nothing in his hands. It was as if he was intimately familiar with the vehicle.
“We’ve been expecting you fellas. Chief said you’d be coming. Mind givin’ me a lift? I’ll take you to headquarters.” The solider hung off the side of the MRAP, talking through the window, giving Sayles directions.
Derek saw the nametape on his blouse, ‘Granger’ and the other side said U.S. Navy. Under the U.S. Navy tape was a symbol Derek had never seen before. It was an embroidered bee with weapons and tools in its hands. Under the bee it said ‘Seabees’. His curiosity got the best of him, “Hey Granger, what’s a Seabees? I’ve never heard of you guys before. Are you some special forces unit of the Navy?”
Granger laughed with a huge smile, “Yeah you could say we’re something like that. We’re kinda the red headed stepchild of the Navy. We’re the smallest force within the Navy, so nobody really knows what we are about or where we are located. It’s why our base took the least damage; machines musta thought we weren’t nothing to worry about. Heh, little did they know, we build we fight. We are the construction forces, full of builders, welders, mechanics like me, equipment operators, drafters, utility men, electricians. When the shit hit the fan we were up and rebuilding pretty damn quick. You’d be surprised what all we got going on here.”
Derek was surprised that Granger talked about his unit as if the Navy still existed, and he was damn proud to be a Seabees. The guy wasn’t much older than Derek maybe three years older, lean, well muscled, and well fed compared to his unit. “You talk like the Navy still exists, when it’s been gone for like four years now. I thought the Resistance snapped up what was left of the Navy, but apparently I’m wrong?”
Granger looked at Derek like he was on gutter can meth or something of the like. “I know the Navy’s history, but the Resistance didn’t snap up the ‘Bees. There’s little pockets of us all over the country slowly rebuilding as we fight back the metal. You might want to have your brass check into that.”
Granger directed them to a building that looked like a smaller version of the White House that used to stand in Washington, D.C... The only reason Derek knew what the White House was had been because he remembered seeing the last President take the Oath of Office on the T.V. and then move into the Nation’s Mansion. Sayles parked right outside the front door, as Sumner and Timms popped the back door. Granger jumped down off the side as easy as he got up, walking up to the door and keying in with a code card. After hearing Granger talk about his Seabees, it didn’t surprise him that they had electricity, much less tech running off it.
Inside the building were offices, with people working inside. Derek heard familiar sounds and some not so familiar. But it was a working command center, definitely worth talking to Connor about possibly acquiring and making a primary firebase. There was no stripping this place, it all about procurement.
“The Old Man’s office is back this way, come on.” Granger led them past the offices, down a flight of stairs into a long corridor. Along the corridor a mural had been painted about the Seabees, their logos, a bit of their history, but what caught Derek’s eye was their motto:
"Can do. With willing hearts and skillful hands; the difficult we do at once, the impossible takes a bit longer. With compassion for others we build, we fight, for peace with freedom."
- Motto of the United States Navy Seabees

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AN: Just want to thank my Seabee hubby CM2 for remembering the motto, details of the Seabees and CBC Port Heuneme that I couldn’t to help me write this chapter.
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