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Aboard the S.P.S. Cancer, 0300 hours, cycle 1843-beta
"Essena! Get those GCA's back online NOW!"
"I'm sorry, sir but if I do that we could compromise the whole situation!" The world exploded. Shrapnel bounced off the floor and into the commander. Essena felt the shards of metal rip her tough exoskeleton apart like rice paper, whilst ballistics tore her fragile body underneath apart.
Thirty years earlier, Planet Zebeth, 0900 hours, cycle 1823-alpha
"Finally you get those computers back online, Essena," commented a space pirate technician, while running a diagnostic on his computer.
Essena retorted, "Well, if you had only told me your firewall code instead of making me crack it, I would have been done a week ago." The technician sighed. These females were worse than having to constantly remake Sir Ridley. Of course, if they didn't remake him, they'd be lost without a doubt. Essena snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"What?" he asked as though he had just woken from a cycle of cryo-sleep.
Essena frowned at him, "I was asking you if we should start making that program for-" she was cut off by the familiar pneumatic hiss of the door opening, allowing a trooper to enter.
He looked around, his eyes finally resting on Essena, and then he walked over. "Private Descabar?" the trooper inquired, "Lieutenant Rezbar wishes to see you in his office." He headed out the door, Essena
close behind.
"I've been enlisted to do WHAT?" Essena voiced, outraged.
Leroy Rezbar sighed, and then spoke, "We have been enlisted to create a base on the planet WD355 to breed and experiment with a species known only as 'x'. Of course, you will be ranked differently, since this is a special division you will be known as part of the so called 'zeta team'." He sighed again, and continued, "We will see you at 0200 hours tomorrow morning."
Hmm… I left a cliffhanger. R&R or I will make my x army attack you.