A man with frizzed up red hair, and glasses ran down the hall with an electronic tablet tucked under one arm. He wasn't to thin, but actually quite lean, his white lab coat fluttered in the wind behind him as if he were a super hero. The hallways were lit brightly, and the walls were white like you would see in a hospital. Yet it all became a blur as the man, as fast as he could taking multiple turns before he, saw a door at the end of a hallway. The door was silver, and had an intricate crisscrossing design on it which were lit blue, and a light green. The man stopped at the door, and started to wipe the sweat that had worked itself upon his brow. This man's name was Ronald Richards, he held a PhD in genetic human psychology, and his grandfather had been the one who created the Omega's. The greatest regiment of soldiers anyone had ever seen, and Ronald wanted to follow in those footsteps.
Leaning forward he put his hand upon the door, and it scanned his palm print. As the door slid open Ronald was greeted by an automated voice that sounded peculiarly like a female but still had the robotic tone. “Welcome Dr. Richards.”
“Yes welcome, here take a seat.” said an old man who stood at the only window in the room looking out and over the general populace of Washington D.C. He had a full head of hair, and beard which had completely grayed, but still left the older man with a healthy mane. The old man wasn't necessarily overweight, but he had a gut which he seemed comfortable with a caramel colored skin. Turning to look from the window he saw the worried look, and noticed the fear behind Ronald’s eyes. “Son whats wrong? What has you looking like a madman?” the old man mused as he took a seat in a large red chair that looked almost like a throne worthy of a king, it even had jewels engraved into it.
Ronald started to calm himself taking a seat in one of the ordinary gray chairs that were in the office.”I'm sorry for disturbing you Mr. Rodriguez, but this is urgen-”
“Dear child before you even finish saying that word I must stop you. Everything is urgent when people come to me. Oh how are we supposed to supply the outer worlds with weapons, Oh no where have all my dogs gone? Can anyone just ever come to talk to me like a friend?” Mr. Rodriguez said as his voice rose a bit but slowly evened back out. “Sorry just had to get that out as you see I don't get to do it that often since I'm always busy.” he mummered waving a hand at a large stack of disposable tablets which perched precariously on the edge of his desk.
Ronald was already nervous about the visit, but the fit Mr. Rodriguez had thrown shook him even more. “Well this is probably way worse then what’s on your desk.” Ronald said as he put the tablet down on the table. He opened it, and a whole bunch of documents, and images flew out projecting themselves into the air between Rodriguez, and Ronald. “As you can see our experimental base Xeon on Pluto has been raided, and they stole everything, even the experimental weaponry.”
As those words escaped his mouth Rodriguez's skin seemed to pale, and he suddenly looked frail . “God help us. God help us all.” Rodriguez quivered as he stood walking back to the window.
“Sir I think we can recover our assets but we need to go to extreme lengths, and when I say that I mean we need to call them back..”
Rodriguez finally gained his composure again, and stood still as a rod. “I'm sad to say you’re right. I shall bring this before the rest of the council, and put it to a vote. Hopefully our choice isn't the wrong one, and Ronald no offense to your grandfather, but there is a reason we shut down Omega's hopefully what we dreaded doesn't come to fruition.” Councilman Rodriguez as he looked at the ground shaking his head. “Those soldiers have seen more by the age of ten then most adults have seen in their whole lives. It’s not a matter of if they’ll go insane, but when. Which is why after I petition for their release you’ll be accompanying them on the first half of the mission.”
Ronald gasped as he heard the councilman talk of him accompanying the Omega’s. Even if he wasn’t being inserted with them it was still an honor. “I don’t know what to say sir.” Ronald said his voice shaking as he verged on tears. It was always his dream to meet his Grandfather’s creations, but he never expected it to come true. “
“Don’t thank me yet. You’re going to have to deal with the Marines, and Navy aboard that star ship. If I remember correctly they didn’t have much love for the Omega’s, and you being the grandson of the one who created them. While also releasing them again will have a target painted on your back.”
“I can handle it sir.” Ronald said straightening himself and wiping what tears had begun to form away.
“I’m sure you can. Now as you can see before I meet the council this evening I have a lot of work ahead of me.” Walking from behind his desk the councilmen would place his arms over Ronald’s shoulder. Leading the doctor towards the door Rodriguez would say “Now don’t worry about a thing. I’m sure after the council hears what was stolen they’ll gladly agree with my opinion.” I’ll call you when all the preparations have been made.”
All Ronald could do was nod as he was led out of the room, and once on the other side he continued down the hall, but found himself skipping like a little kid.
It was time, he knew that. Time to move, time to act, time to....awaken. Dr. Richards sighed as he got out of bed, the day he had been waiting for had finally arrived. The day when he could finally bring out his grandfather’s creations. They were the reason he had gotten into the field, growing up on stories told to him as a child. Storied about powerful warriors who with one alone could turn the tide of a battle. The Omegas, genetically altered super soldiers. Stronger, faster, smarter they were all around perfect. At least that’s what he had heard. Just three days ago he was talking to Councilman Rodriguez, and now he was aboard the Red Dawn. The petition to release the Omega’s had been successful. However only a limited amount were allowed to be thawed.
Taking a quick shower he changed. Black pants and shoes, white shirt, red tie, black vest and belt. He put on a white lab coat and clipped on his badge. Leaving his quarters he made his way to the Mess Hall for a quick meal. "So is today the day?" A pair of soldiers asked as they walked past and bumped into Dr. Richards while laughing. He had to deal with similar treatment since he stepped aboard. Even the captain was giving Dr. Richards a cold shoulder. He couldn’t blame them to much though. He was releasing soldiers that could very well put an end to most of their careers.
Finishing his breakfast he made his way down the ship. The Research facility, Red Dawn, flew through space toward it's objective. The rest of the crew did not know of this change, except for him, the captain, pilot and navigator. He could only imagine the reaction of the rest of the crew once they realize they were near the planet Sodonis. Approaching a big steel door he scanned his security badge at the computer to the side. Then he had his eyes scanned then his palm."Welcome Dr. Ronald Richards." The automated voice said as the steel doors opened automatically. He was in the deepest part of the ship, while most of the ship was new and updated this reeked of old age. Standing there he took in the scene as the doors closed behind him. Directly in front of him was a console, the control for the pods. It'd display everything from temp controls to the vitals of the occupants. This batch of Omegas was small but he had assurance they were some of the best. On the left of the room was a line of pods, on right was some equipment he'd need to check over the Omega's status once they emerged. And on the far wall was one more pod, holding the squad leader.
The pods gave the room a spectral blue glowing effect and the room was cold, very cold. But nothing the doctor couldn't handle. Touching the console he input the codes for reactivation. "Time to wake up." Hitting the button on the holographic display the green lights on the pods changed to red, they let out a hiss and a blast of air. They began to open.