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Spankyman123 · #1 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

Alec walked around the briefing room his steel toe boots clanging loudly against the metal surface, he looked around the spacious room to his other team members. He didn't know them yet, but would very soon."What's taking so damn long?" he asked himself still pacing. He was wearing a beige t-shirt underneath his Black Cyberthread vest, also black and green camouflage pants that went nicely with his boots. He sighed as he waited eagerly for debriefing.

His hair was shaved and close to his head, not that he liked it but it was standard for being a space marine unless you were a girl. His eyes glistened as he looked to the faces of the other people in the room.They seemed bored and impatient just as he. The sounds of beeping, and static filled the room from the mission computer that wasn't working properly yet.

Damn those tech junkies he thought as he stopped to stare out at the massive universe all the stars varying in color, the planets varying in size and shape. He loved living in space his mother never wanted him to leave but the military saved his life, he had a rough life on earth but when he got in space it seemed like it turned around as if he belonged there. Alec didn't believe in god but he did believe in fate it was one thing he found intriguing, and forbidden one thing that could never be changed on this corrupt and power hungry world.

Alec strolled over to the machine and let his eyes dance across the radiating green keys that controlled the gaudy machine in front of him. The screen went black after a few attempts at working. Alec sighed as the machine died totally, and crept over to the repair men which were gossiping and sharing old life stories."Hey you two what the hell are you doing?We are waiting for crucial mission data and you two want to sit around and reminisce?"Alec roared his expression grim and his face glowing yellow.

He was pissed who did they think they were? he asked himself staring at the two in disbelief."S-s-s-or-ry sir!" One of the fat grotesque repair men answered as he scurried back down the metal grate in the floor. The other just shone the light down and asked him a few questions that became incomprehensible as he shut out everything around him. He walked back to the massive window revealing the stars and all the secrets the universe held in it.

After a few minutes of looking out into space lost in thought he heard the Briefing machine spatter to life through some static he made out."The whole ship is dangerous do not, I repeat do not send out anyone it would be a suicide mission, I can't have that on my soul." The deep panicky voice whispered out. Alecs expression though mostly well hidden showed a hint of concern in his deep blue eyes.

He ran over to the mic and calmly answered back."What is going on over there?"He waited for a response but only got static."Hello?" he asked growing more concerned."Hello is anyone there?" He ordered still getting nothing."Dammit!" he yelled slamming his sweaty fists into the machine. After a few minutes Alec made out a faint banging and scratching noise over the mic. He listened intently for a few minutes before hearing the inhuman screech.

His eyes went wide stained with fear. After, all that could be heard was guileless screams, tearing flesh, and snapping bones. Alec began panting his heart bate quickening they needed to get to that ship and save any survivors as quickly as possible he couldn't wait any longer."Okay guys we haven't gotten the okay but we are going anyways now!" Alec ordered being highest in command.he ventured off to find gear and weapons that affiliated with the sounds he had just heard, the sounds that would leave him sleepless for nights if he didn't do something.

Kenyi · #2 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

His long blond hair hung irritatingly in front of his face as William tapped on his knee protectors. How long have they been sitting here already? Way to long for William’s patience, and the worst case was, he didn’t knew anyone of the members whom sat in there, and didn’t even feel to start a conversation, as he watched their squad leader walk up and down, waiting for the repairmen to repair the damn machine.

“Pfhe, we could’ve been off hours ago already” William grunted, as his bleu eyes stared towards the way too fat mechanic, and he let out a small cough, before setting his feet upon the ground, his light iron boots clashing agains’t the metal floor. He was rarely seen without his armor, Unless he was out of his patrol or military business of course, but for the past few days he had been wearing it again, long patrols and watch outs, being bored and getting more short fused every single moment he wasted on this thing.

After a short while, William had enough of it, and stood up, his armor not even giving a squeak, as it was well taken care off. His 6’2 long appearance walked towards the machine, and he boringly gave a short kick agains’t it, before he walked to the wall near to the window, and leaned against it. The squad leader finally had the mechanics work their ass off, and after a short moment the machine finally showed a sign of life.

William grinned as he walked back towards his eat, and watched the squad leader listen to the machine, as it seemed to indeed give some messages between the static that could be heard, which was pretty irritating. Of course William tried to hear it too, but the squad leader seemed to react on something, getting nothing but static back, before a awful sound crashed through the speakers of the machine.

“What the hell?” William said, as a inhuman scream sounded through the room, which hurt his ears and made his hair go straight up. “they hurt my ears dammit..” William mumbled, after the squad leader gave the sign they would move out, and he grabbed his sniper off the ground he had left her, together with the usual pack of ammunition and his helmet. “well, sounds like fun…”

Azzorak · #3 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

Maxine Hall had been aboard this starship for the last three years of her life. She enjoyed it and she was glad that her talents were being used for the good of humanity rather than being wasted in some IT department back on Earth. “Maxine Hall, you are needed in briefing room 3,” a voice said over her PDC or personal digital companion. Immediately she recognized the voice; it was Thompson, an inept systems repair analyst. Chances are he needed her to do his job for him again. Maxine was a technical specialist, but she was still a marine not just some regular repair person. Back on Earth, Maxine lived a shitty life with her drunken dead-beat father and a prostitute for a mother. She attended public school for her entire life and she was quickly identified as being brilliant despite the bad attitude that came from her home life. Her parents didn’t support her at all and it surprised a lot of people that a brilliant girl would be born to such failures.

Maxine closed her eyes and reflected; she remembered each and every insult that came from her parents. She had to try not to cry, because she felt the tears welling behind her eyelids. Her parents always told her to stop trying. They told her that acting smart and wasting time in school would never get her anywhere. Her father didn’t want her to go to college, he wanted her to get a job so that she can make money to help support the family; she knew that that meant her money would have went to his booze. She went to college anyway, which was only possible because she received a full scholarship at MIT. She achieved a BA in computer science in an accelerated two years program and then achieved her MA the following year. By twenty three years old, when most people her age were in the work world or receiving their master’s degree, she completed her doctoral program receiving a PhD in computer sciences. It was then that she knew she had to get away from her parents. She didn’t just need her own home; she needed to be on a different planet. It was on her twenty fourth birthday that she joined the space marine corps. They were desperately looking for technical people and marines who specialized in technology. The pay to be a technical specialist marine was way more than any other job her degrees offered and the promise of off-world travel and adventure appealed to Maxine’s sense of curiosity.

Maxine noticed that she had stopped walking and she quickly became aware of the long pause that had ensued. She was only pulled from her reflection by the annoying voice of Thompson coming through her PDC again, “Dr. Hall, are you there? Can you hear me? We need you now.” Maxine sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes before grabbing the PDC from her belt and looking at Thompson’s fat ugly mug on the screen. “Yes I am on my way,” she said with a hint of despair in her voice. Maxine had to be in briefing room 3 in approximately half an hour anyway. She was being transferred to a new squad, led by Sergeant Alec Smith. Maxine was meant to be their primary field technical specialist. She decided to get Thompson’s damn chore out of the way so she wouldn’t be late for her transfer to her new squad.

Maxine walked hurriedly to the briefing room where Thompson was waiting. At this point none of the marines had been there and only Thompson and his assistant sat around waiting. They were talking about their life on Earth and they probably would have continued to do so while she did their work for them. In a way that pissed Maxine off, but at the same time she preferred to do it since she knew that Thompson would only fuck something up anyway. She was the one with a PhD in computer science from MIT, while Thompson only had a BA from some third rate community college. “What’s the problem,” Maxine asked with her typical tough girl attitude? Thompson looked up from his assistant’s story and answered Maxine’s question in his unintelligible backwater accent, “This danged machine ain’t workin’ very well. We need ya to fix it up ‘fore the ‘rines come in ‘ere.” Maxine just shook her head before jumping down the grate in the floor. Had he given her details the problem could have been fixed in no time, but go figure the moron probably didn’t even know what was wrong with in the first place.

Maxine hooked her PDC up to the communications system and started to analyze the problem. Somehow the software was scrambled and she would have to fix it before the marines got here, unfortunately she was looking at around an hour’s worth of work. She started running repair software and at he same time tapped away at her PDC trying to rewrite the scrambled code on the system. She lost track of time as she worked, but she knew the marines were there because she heard someone yell at Thompson. The marines didn’t know that Maxine was down there working so of course they would yell at Thompson for not doing his job. He wouldn’t dare tell them that he asked a marine to do his work for him either so he jumped down to “take care of the problem.” Maxine heard the fat ass coming and she knew he would ask her not to tell, but she didn’t care. She had already fixed the machine so she pulled her PDC from it and walked right passed the idiot as he started to talk. She could hear some kind of message coming through the array above her, but she couldn’t make out he details.

The young woman climbed up through the grate in the floor shortly after the monstrous scream. She heard it and it struck her to the bone, but she couldn’t show that she was afraid in front of the other men. Maxine was attractive, thin, and athletically built. She wasn’t very top-heavy or super curvy. Despite not being “sexy” she was what many men considered “handsome” and she generally received positive looks from men. Currently she was wearing her uniform, she had to considering the transfer, which consisted of an armored vest, and a camouflaged undersuit. The undersuit was fairly tight fitting, which accentuated her female figure and her vest and armor was smaller than most of the marines considering her small construction and stature. She wasn’t wearing a helmet and she never did because it interfered with her nano-computer augmented eye and it blocked the mind/machine interface port behind her right ear. Her face was gentle and attractive and it was framed nicely by short chestnut brown hair. Most people didn’t know about her port because her hair covered it and her eye was only obvious with close scrutiny. Maxine wasn’t sure what was going on so she only smiled and looked around the room before asking, “Is sergeant Alec Smith here?”

Haz-e · #4 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

As Alec paced back and forth anxiously Shakes kicked his feet up and relaxed. His uniform creased in places it wouldn't have done if he had any interest in maintaining military standards, but appearance was not high on his list of priorities. Absent-mindedly he flicked the gnarled remains of his last cigar into an ash tray in the centre of the meeting table then drew another one from his pocket. Without once considering the ramifications for his health or the potential displeasure he might be causing his squad mates, Shakes sparked a match into life and lazily rolled the cigar in his mouth so as to savour the flavour while it lit.

Seconds later the match had been cast lazily into the ash tray and Shakes sat running a gloved hand absent-mindedly over his stubble. He looked unkempt, his arms covered in tattoos, his hair cropped into a white widows peak and his shirt marked with flecks of ash. It was the way he liked it though; if you made it clear from the offset that you just plain didn't care what people thought of you then the chances were good that the few people that would actually speak to you would be worth keeping around. He moved the cigar from one side of his mouth to the other and back again, contemplating the situation without ever really coming to a conclusion. He didn't have a problem with Alec, but as a superior officer who was also almost a decade younger he decided it was his duty to give him a hard time.

He barely paid attention to the issue the squad leader was having with the tech boys, but when the message came through and he saw Alec's reaction he began to take notice, albeit only slightly. He didn't take kindly to being commanded to move out without being told what the situation was, of course this was his fault for not listening closely to the message that had just been delivered, but he'd never acknowledge that. As a matter of fact, he hadn't taken kindly to a lot of things that had gone down recently. Even if he was going to ignore the whole 'younger officer' thing, there was still the matter of him being shipped out from a squad he had been with for years to work on some kind of special team that he couldn't care less about. He was thirty years old, he didn't need this shit in his life. He was tempted to sigh but again his jaded nature kept him from showing any kind of emotion, save perhaps a slight glimmer in his eyes.

A few moments passed after Alec had pounded out of the room to suit up before Shakes decidedly cracked his knuckles and slid to his feet. He supposed that it would be necessary for him to do likewise. He acknowledged Dr. Hall's question without responding as he walked past her and after the squad leader, eventually shouting:

"You just missed 'im gorgeous," over his shoulder.

He wasn't sure how he felt about this. No one knew what the hell was going on, but they were being sent in anyway. Worst of all was the fact that the confrontation - if there were to be any - would take place on a ship, which meant no explosives. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed, however there was one saving grace: Maggie. It'd been a long time since he'd used her, and he was certain she'd be just aching to wreak some fiery havoc.

Spankyman123 · #5 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

Alec still fearful of the message he'd received, he had hope though, that the man was still living, and breathing. He couldn't let something like this rest on his conscious, his self-esteem was already questionable somedays. He had studied his crew members not recognizing a single one, he'd hoped they be able to work together smoothly, no bullshit. Alec may have been young, and a screw up, but he knew what he was doing, and he'd be the first one to "bust balls" if the situation called for it.

He ignored the womans question due to him being in a hurried state, as he grabbed a couple of 9mm magnums off the shelf, along with some of his custom made adamantium rounds. His little rounds had enough speed and velocity to punch through mostly anything, and with his precision they'd be doing quite a bit of that. He didn't know what to expect, but the message implied that he had better bring a plan b for weaponry, so he grabbed an upgraded handgun much similar to a desert eagle.

After gearing up he decided he'd end the techies confusion, and answered her. "I am Alec Smith, and your coming with me, so gear up miss." he said grateful for a techie in his squad. He tended to give them a hard time, since they weren't usually much of fighters, but this one happened to be attractive. He's had female members in his squad before, he treated them like men, in every scenario. In his eyes the only special treatment they got were to keep their hair, which Alec resented them for, but his longer hair would get in his way during a fight anyways.

Alec quickly hopped aboard the transport ship, and went to the pilots small cabin. The computers in there were much like the debriefing computer, radiating buttons, noisy beeping, and the occassional static. He gave the pilot the coordinates of the cargo ship they were headed to, and took a deep breath before reentering the passenger compartment. He could only hope now, that the man was okay, and so was everyone else.

Haz-e · #6 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

Shakes had been in his armour for hours and had been sweating for nearly as long, so the very brief walk to the arms room served as something of a respite. His joints weren't aching yet, but they would once he'd gotten all of his toys strapped on; he wasn't looking forward to that one bit. He hated waiting for things to kick off and always had, he was too old to feel the sense of excitement before a battle anymore although occasionally he still got pangs of anxiety. The real issue was simply the discomfort of having to sit through space travel while carrying enough weight to pin a normal man to the floor.

Slowly but surely he meticulously checked every string of grenades before placing them in various bandoleers about his torso and thighs. Precision paid dividends in the long run and when you're aware that you're carrying around enough explosives to destroy a city block you really need the peace of mind that nothing is going to go wrong, unless someone wings one of the bandoleers that is. Shakes had spent long enough fighting in such conditions to ignore the constant feeling that not just his death, but the death of every one around him could come about as a consequence of one stray bullet.

Having kitted up on grenades he moved over to a dusty metal locker with a heavy padlock on the front. He slid a key from a pouch on his belt and gently opened the lock which fell loose in response. The locker slid open with a heavy creak and Shakes rested one hand tenderly on what lay within; a massive flamethrower with a full tank of gas: Maggie. With almost ludicrous affection he checked the weapon over before fastening the cannister to his back. He may have been lazy when it came to his appearance, but he treated his weapons like he treated his women: mean when the occasion called for it, but like queens when he needed something from them.

Purposefully he strode after Alec, his biceps flexing at the impressive weight he was carrying. It had been a while since he'd gone dancing, and inside the fire of carnage sparked back into life with the promise of an inferno when the time came.

Azzorak · #7 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

Maxine smiled as she heard the compliment; although, she was a little upset that she had missed the sergeant and her transfer, even if it was for good reason. Even though Maxine was a tough woman and she frequently acted like a soldier, it didn’t mean she wasn’t a woman. Like any woman, or any human for that matter, she liked getting compliments on her appearance; especially since she wasn’t the top-heavy ultra tall Barbie-type that was stereotypically considered attractive. What pleased Maxine further was the fact that, judging by his appearance, the man who complimented her seemed closer to her age than the younger members of the squad. He even looked older than she, which didn’t bother her since she liked older men. Unfortunately like everything else in her life the comment pissed her off just as much as it made her happy. Her rough youth made her slightly bitter and suspicious of other people. Everything that made her happy also seemed to piss her off a bit. She hated being patronized, her father had done it all the time, and every compliment to her seemed like a patronizing comment. How dare he call her gorgeous and treat her like some doll when she was just as much a marine as he was. She practically spun on her heel to yell at him, just to find that in her processing of the comment he had disappeared down the hallway connecting to the room. She sighed in relief because yelling at him didn’t seem quite appropriate and she knew she would regret it later.

After introducing herself to the rest of the squad and hearing about the orders to move out, Maxine left to retrieve her gear. She already had her uniform and armor on and she already had her PDC with her, but she needed her weapons and standard gear. Judging by the sounds that came over the communication device there would be combat and she wasn’t looking forward to that. She liked being a marine, she loved being in space, and she was good with her weapons, but she hated conflict; it had permeated her entire life in one form or another and she couldn’t really take it anymore. Maxine was level-headed and she scored just fine in combat training exercises and exams, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of combat. In her eyes only a sociopath wouldn’t be afraid. Not only was her own life on the line during combat situations, but so were the lives of her squad and the lives of her enemy. She didn’t like having the responsibility of keeping others alive and at times she could be quite selfish. She also didn’t like having the power to end the life of another. Maxine was a strong woman, but combat always unnerved her.

It wasn’t long before she arrived at the ship’s armory. Unlike the sergeant she didn’t have her own personal weapons in her room, she had to gear up at the armory and she had to take what they gave her. “Lance Corporal Dr. Maxine Hall reporting for equipment assignment. Sergeant Alec Smith has ordered our squad to respond to a distress signal from a nearby cargo ship,” she said to the quartermaster behind the desk. “No problem miss, standard issue gear. I assume you are familiar with the usage, maintenance, and capabilities of these weapons,” he said as he entered her into the log. As was typical she signed the log acknowledging that she had the equipment and knew how to use it properly. “Yes, I do sir,” she said as she signed the book and took the assault rifle, handgun, spare ammunition, flashlight, and radio headset. She quickly proceeded to holster, sling, and store her weapons and ammo on her uniform and belt while the man wished he luck on the mission. She knew the sergeant would be pissed if she was late so she quickly made her way back to the briefing room and sat at the table. She was lucky that the sergeant’s room was further away than the armory.

While she waited, Maxine tapped at her PDC preparing her software for any obstacles they may encounter. She also took the time to put on her radio headset, attach the PDC to the port behind her ear, and load her weapon. With the PDC plugged into her brain she could access the information on it with a mere thought and she could supplement the processing speed of the small device with her own mind. In addition she no longer had to view the screen because the data fed directly into the image display woven into her right eye. Her PDC was a powerful device for in addition to being able to connect to outside computer systems she could connect it to her rifle. When jacked into her rifle she uses a custom designed program on her PDC to display important information on the screen of the PDC, or in her right eye as was the case. She ran the program and watched as an ammo counter and targeting system overlay her field of vision. She loved having this program as it improved her performance in the field and made target recognition much easier. It was unfortunate that she had to disconnect the targeting system to hack other systems, but she could keep it up most of the time. She slid the PDC into its pouch on her utility belt just as her targeting system locked onto, and identified Sergeant Alec Smith.

“Sir,” Maxine shouted as she stood up and snapped to attention! He was much younger than her and she figured that would be difficult to deal with. She didn’t have some kind of superiority complex based on her age, but she knew that youth meant inexperience and recklessness. She wasn’t sure she liked having her life held in the hands of a potentially incompetent leader, but she wasn’t going to disrespect the chain of command. He introduced himself only briefly and told her to come with him. She was lucky to have heard from some of the other members of the squad what was going on, because he didn’t tell her shit. “I am already ready sir. I received word of our orders from my fellow squad mates and have already suited up,” she reported before dropping her attention stance and following the sergeant to the transport. She was the second to board and she was ready for action. She had been with the marines for three years now and had never been in hostile territory before. She had trained, done live fire exercises, worked maintenance on the ship, and even acted as technical liaison for teams in the field, but never had she been on the front lines. She was both afraid and excited; though she would never let on about the former.

Kenyi · #8 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

William grinned as the short walk to his room costed him little to none energy. Although he had indeed been stupid, He forgot his helmet, as well as his ‘child’ the PZ-98 costum glock, something he had acquired after the passing of his grandfather, one of the many in his family that had served in the space marines. He enjoyed the cold grip of the pistol in his palm, and pointed it towards the vase that stood not far from him for a while, checking if the aim was not blurred by any kind of things, dust, hairs or whatever could be of disadvantage. He was quite satisfied as he saw nothing irritable, and pulled the trigger, only to hear a silenced –click-. He grinned as he clicked the pistol tightly along his belt he had attached to his waist. “The weapon check and loading comes later…. For now I need to make sure I’ve got everything… Sniper, pistol, ammo, aid kit, flash light, two concussion grenades, helmet, communication device, night vision.. Check, Ok, I’m ready to go”

With that he returned towards the hall he came from, feeling a little heavier than before, being packed with several stuff. Luckily for him his armor was made of a light yet strong material, Although nowhere near as strong as the tank he was seen before in the briefing room, A man that would become one of his squad mates, as they sat in the same squad. He almost chuckled a little, thinking of that guy in the heavy armor that had to walk in that contraption all day, and begun walking himself back towards the briefing room, where he rounded up with the rest of the squad, Seeing that yet another had joined them, one William didn’t have noticed yet, but immediately did recognize as a woman. He never had worked with a woman before, but he knew he shouldn’t underestimate them, as he had learned that in the past.

He remained silent as he followed his squad leader into the transport shuttle, only to sit down on a bench and immediately taking his sniper off his back, taking the magazine out of the sniper, and cleaning the trigger system a little, before putting a full clip in it, and loading it, to continue with his hand gun. Once he was done with that, he leaned back rather relaxed, and watched his other squad mates. “A tank, a woman, a young squad leader and me, A interesting squad that is” William thought, observing his team mates once more, before turning his attention back towards the squad leader, and asking a question. “Maybe it’s smart if we introduce ourselves to each other?”

Haz-e · #9 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

Having seen the other members of their motley crew board the transport vessel Shakes grunted and dropped the stub of his cigar to the corrugated metal floor. That was another thing he hated about the waiting before the fight: no smoking. It was the one and only time when he was absolutely forbidden from doing it due to the air filtration systems still not being up to the task of replacing the addictive clouds of burnt tobacco with something that resembled air. As if the bean counters up top would ever invent something that reproduced real-smelling air: Shakes had been in the army for over a decade now and had chiselled the opinion into all around him that you could smoke as many cigars in the transports as you wanted but you could not make the air in those things taste worse.

He ran some phlegm around his mouth and then spat on the cigar as it lay smouldering on the floor. People were getting to know each other inside the transport by the sounds of things and he supposed that he should be involved in some way too. Not that he wanted to; he was certain he'd end up offending someone and while he wasn't particularly bothered about what these people thought of him, at the end of the day they still needed to work together and in the present situation he thought it best if they could all maintain at least the semblance of a cordial relationship.

Shakes heaved his imposing form towards the ship. He was by no means the biggest man in the army, but he was certainly one of the strongest, and people seemed to sense this as they spotted him hauling his deadly load. Now sporting a scowl due to the lack of nicotine he certainly cut an intimidating figure, and as the door to the transport hissed open and he stepped through he looked as though he could stop a clock.

He lifted Maggie tenderly into one of the overhead slings for weapons, then slumped into one of the free seats: the satchels full of explosives bunching up at his hips precariously. They were doing the introduction thing, and he decided that he should probably join in.

Spankyman123 · #10 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

Alec had to admit, his crew did seem to fit together nicely, in the diversity of weapon specializations. Of course he was eager to get there, and find the passengers, in hope of saving them, but what if they were dead? What if they were murdered by some creature from the bowels of hell? Now your just paranoid Alec, just shut up and join in on the group bonding, his mind was even a dick. He silenced his thoughts trying to ignore his pre-mission excitement.

"Ya guys, let's all get chummy." Alec agreed contemplating how much of himself to tell them about. He figured he'd leave the bad stuff out, he'd just tell them his basic information, it was all the knowledge they'd be requiring. "I am Sergeant Alec Smith, your squad leader, and superior." He emphasized on superior hoping his point was clear, as he glanced around the compact compartment.

The room was tiny enough to make one claustrophobic, though Alec never had any problems with it he had met a few people with the fear. He didn't understand fear, the feeling itself was pointless to him, there was no reason to be afraid of something because of paranoid delusions. In some cases soldiers who get scared in the field of battle, cowards...he hated them, they would hear the gunfire, see people dieing, and take in all the smells, and sounds affiliated with war.

It was all psychological, and he wished more people knew that, one day he hoped to give a lecture about fear to new recruits. Unlike his superiors Alec believed intellectual strength came before physical strength, that is what keeps him, and his squads alive. Most of the younger members admire, and look to him for advice, or other silly antics of friendship, another thing he didn't understand. The only friend he ever had was his dog back on earth, but he died when Alec was young, so he didn't remember the feeling much.

Alec remembered his last squadron, his worst memory probably, they all were butchered by a fanatic psychopath on mars. It was his fault too, but he got a promotion anyways, just because he won, it showed Alec how his superiors did things, and it left him with alot of freedom to sacrifice troops as he pleased. Alec had been shot in that battle, he took a bullet to the leg luckily nothing else, he couldn't recall what happened to his squad exactly the doctor had said they were butchered, and that he couldn't remember because of trauma.

Was it trauma though? Or was it them filling his head with more lies, warping him into their perfect little pawn, or in his case a knight. The superiors didn't realize Alec was of the valorous, and noble sort, he would die for someone else, though he had never faced that scenario, and hoped not to. He figured he would listen as everyone else introduced themselves, although he didn't care all he needed to know was their names, and what they specialize in. He didn't enjoy socializing, and came off looking like an asshole ninety percent of the time, this was his charm.

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