Min-jae had just boarded one of the logistical busses that transported people all over the ship. He looked around the cabin, noting that there were several people that weren't involved with military. Perhaps heading to the hub, or the quarters area. Regardless of which one of the two options it was, Min-jae just nodded at them shortly, received a nod in reply, and then joined the back of the bus, where some military-security personnel had gathered. They were looking out the back of the bus, looking at the large tunnels that riddled the gigantic spaceship they had boarded. Min-jae distanced himself from them, not wishing to disturb them or talk to them at all, but simply stood near them in case something happened.
The bus' engines revved up again, producing a soft humming tune as it slowly continued driving across the wide tunnel system. For a moment it was calm, chatter taking over the atmosphere of the bus. Some people seemed to be together on this trip and while those that stayed near the windows to watch the takeoff were considered to be emotional, the situation seemed less tense here. Perhaps these civilians were people that had been working on the Arks. Everything seemed peaceful, which was all Min-jae currently cared about. He slid his
Tsar and Co. M90 slightly more to the front, as it hung from a three-point-sling on his neck, and under his armpit. Being more comfortable now, he sat himself down on one of the seats. The bus stopped, some people got on, and the bus went on it's merry way again.
Briefly Min-jae overheard some chatter on the AN/PRC 203 radio on his shoulder, but asides that, there wasn't much going on. For a moment, he closed his eyes, but then suddenly alarms started whizzing. Within two seconds, the radio chatter had gone from a friendly discussion about break-times to full blown battle chatter. Min-jae got up and looked to the military personnel in the back of the bus.
“The fuck are you looking at. Did you think these fuckers would let us escape earth without trying to stop us?” The military personnel stared at Min-jae, not sure on how to respond. The bus itself seemed content to keep whizzing on, so Min-jae walked to the front of the bus where a control panel was. He opened the terminal and quickly inserted his login.
Username: Min-jae Jeong
Password: ************
Access level: 1B.
.... please wait ....
.... access granted. Welcome, Min-Jae Jeong ....With a press of the button Min-jae ordered the vehicle to stop alongside the tunnel, and open the doors. It was a quick command, one that was available in the shape of an emergency button. This way if security teams needed to pass the bus in a hurry, it would not be in the way.
“Security team, whichever fucking team you are, you're not under my command, but you're gonna take these civilians and escort them to the hub or their private quarters. Get on that shit now.” The team hesitated at first but once they noticed that Min-jae was looking furious at this point, they quickly complied. Min-jae himself exited the bus at the same time as the rest of the people in it, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
“This fucking ark was a mistake. Instead of having a fighting chance on the ground, we're now stuck on a massive runway, on a target that screams 'shoot me'.” he mumbled as he made his way through the tunnel, followed closely by a bunch of civies and some security guys.
“Actually, the Vitae is a state of the art spaceship, I'm sure it can withst-” one of the civilians said, but was cut off by Min-jae interjecting his little tirade.
“I don't give a shit.”Well. At least he was honest? The group continued until a side-tunnel showed up, where Min-jae quickly accessed the terminal. It seemed like his access level wasn't high enough to open the doors.
“Just keep moving along the tunnel and get to the civilian housing or the hub. Make sure these civilians get in their rooms and lock themselves in, or get somewhere fucking safe. Shit, where is it even safe on this damn ship.” Instructions from command center hadn't arrived yet and to be honest, it seemed like nobody even had a fucking clue what they were supposed to do. Regulations had been made, but there'd been basically no time to go over them yet in a briefing.
“Yes sir!” one of them answered before they hurried off, weapons drawn just in case. Speaking of.. what was the use even? Wasn't it mentioned that nobody had ever seen these creatures in action? So what was an assault rifle or a SMG going to do.. fucking useless.
Min-jae quickly radio'd to the security center that was closest to him, since he needed to pass through this small hub in order to reach the outside sector of the ship.
“Sgt. Min-jae to security center 2B. I need you to override this sub-sector for me so I can get to the outer edge of the ship and get the civilians away from there. They're gonna get blasted into nothing if they stay there.” He received no answer, but the door unlocked right in front of him, to which he just gave a short
“.. thank you.”Passing through the hub rapidly, which seemed to be a maintenance sector, he reached the other end where the door unlocked for him. It seemed the security center was tracking him for a moment to ensure his safe arrival in the next sector. When Min-jae came out of the doorway, he appeared in a large open viewport where a bunch of civilians were plastered to the windows. They were watching the takeoff of some escorts that were headed towards the large ship.
Bless their sacrifice, Min-jae thought to himself as he approached the window. For a moment he forgot his actual objective, simply staring at the massive hulking ship that was attacking them.
“Damnit. I should be down there right now preparing to fight these fuckers.”The sound of the ship creaking under the salvo they received from the enemy ship was enough to draw him back into his duties. As the ship shook, and the lights gently flickered for a moment, the civilians nearby screamed and were pushed back. Once it was clear nothing had happened, and the ships shields had taken the brunt of the damage, they rushed back to the window to look on.
“Step back!” Min-jae's voice roared, holding his M90 with one hand, gripping the grip and holding his finger off to the side, as to not shoot it by accident. The other hand was pointed at the people, while he moved closer to force them back if he needed to.
“What's the matter? We're just watching! You saw it yourself, the shields can take the damage. It's proof that the Vitae can withstand any attack they throw at us!” A man replied, his suit and tie being an indicator that he didn't have any knowledge on combat whatsoever.
“Yes, until they manage to overload the shields, or whatever they can do, and shoot a hole the size of earth in this hull. Do you want to be standing here when that happens?” Min-jae retorted, the anger returning to his face as he wasn't in the mood to deal with this man's idiocy. His free hand went to his shoulder, grabbing the radio and quickly radioing in for some backup.
“Requesting a team near sector 2B, at the viewport. Civilians need to be escorted to the hub or the living quarters.” While he waited for the team -- or anyone else ready to assist -- to arrive, he kept trying to persuade people to back off. Some listened, and went back to their quarters, but a few remained as they tried to get a look at what was going on outside.
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