Author's note: I don't own actually own anything and this is my first story, so no I don't have any idea what I am doing, I might borrow a few elements from other forms of media, like entire plot lines on occasion, and possibly scenes.
The Beginning
On a spaceship flying god knows where, there I was. It's funny, I joined the army to be like dad, do my duty to my race, now look at me, a reject. I was actually a good soldier believe it or not, too bad all that went down the drain. They honestly could have thrown me in prison for what I did, they instead transferred me to this outpost at some random end of the galaxy. They said that the troopers stationed there was receiving a new tank and they needed me to maintain it since I was an engineer. At least if I can't find anything to do at this new place I just spend time maintaining the tank.
Linebreak
"...um…Hi," said a voice to my left. It was the other guy with me wearing the same color blue.
"Hello," I replied "What's your name? I'm Jonathan Lockett."
"Oh, my name is Michael J. Caboose," Caboose said. Then followed by a few seconds of awkward pauses he asks, "So...why are you here?"
I wasn't sure if I should tell him about why I got sent here, so instead I gave him something basic "Oh, uh...they needed someone to keep the tank running, you?" I asked glancing over to him.
"Oh that's cool, I signed up for a cooking class," he happily replied.
I chuckle, "That's funny, but no, seriously, how did you get here?" I look over to him. "Please don't tell me he got conned into enlisting." I thought to myself.
"I signed up for a cooking class." he repeated this time with confusion building in his voice.
"So did you end up getting here by accident then?" I asked with some sympathy in my voice, as a response he shrugs. "Damn dude that sucks," I couldn't but feel sympathy for the kid since he pretty much got suckered into joining the army.
Trying to change the conversation he asked me about why I joined. So I told him about how my dad was a hero and when I was how I wanted to be just like him when I grew up. He seemed pretty impressed about the stories of my dad.
"Man I wish my dad was that cool." he commented in awe. "All my dad does is sit at home when he wasn't working and watched football on TV. Sometimes he would try to tell me about how live a decent life and gives me lessons on things like girls."
"That sounds kind of interesting." I replied honestly. "Did any of it work?"
"No," he sadly shook his head, "None of the girls ever seemed to like me." he gloomily replied, "No one seemed to really like me" Aw man, that must have sucked.
"Don't say that, I like you kid." I replied trying to make him feel better patting him on the shoulder.
He then perks up and asks "Really?" I nod. "Can we be friends then?" he asks with growing optimism.
I wrap my arm around his shoulder, "Sure, I can be your friend, someone has to make sure you don't shoot yourself in your foot," we both laugh. "It looks like we got some time until we reach our location, I'm gonna try and catch some sleep. Think you could wake me up when we get there?"
"Sure."
5 Hours Later
I feel my shoulder shake, I open my eyes and it was Caboose.
"Hey Jonathan, we're here."
"Thanks," I grunted, "Oh and Caboose?" he looks over to me. "Call me Lockett, we are in the military, I think it's safe to assume most of us at the base will be on a last name basis." He then nods his head as the crewman calls over to us.
"Hey you two, we're almost at Blood Gulch, get ready!"
I grab Caboose's shoulder and say "Hey kid, stick with me and I'll help you get settled in."
"Okay!" he replies happily.
We both get up from our seats grab our duffel bags and walk for the cargo bay door where the crewmen were getting ready to move the tank. Then the door to the ship started to open and the light from the sun started to shine through. When our eyes finally adjusted to the new sun, the tank was already at the base and I could make out two figures waiting by the tank, one in cobalt colored armor and another in aqua.
I nudge Caboose's shoulder as we begin our trip over to the other soldiers. Little did I know how well we would fit in nor could I even imagine the adventures we would go on. I probably wouldn't understand them either.
Author's note: Please let me know how you think of my first attempt. Feel free to add criticism and advice.
