Author's Note: I've been reading a lot of the Self-inserts, and noticed that a lot of them usually jump straight into the ME storyline. I thought, 'what if I was sent about sixteen years prior to the advent of ME, year 2167 to be exact. Enjoy the prologue, you all!
(An additional author's note dating 5/10/12; Prologues are prologues, translating as 'thought experiments on trying to start the entire series up, if you somehow manage to get past the dry stuff, that needs editing and such, kudos to you! :D Anyway, the prologues will be updated with the actual story as time progresses, until I actually feel satisfied with their content. Cheers, ~Z)
Another Cloudy day…
Another classic example of autumn today in Alaska, as Alex Pederson was walking home from a leadership seminar preparing him for assuming a platoon leadership position in Lima-Battalion, Alpha Company's Third Platoon.
He glances over to his right, as fusillade of colors from the changing trees barrage his glasses. 'One birch, two birch, a pine, some seagulls…' is his usual thought process when walking on the sidewalk, letting his mind wander, while his eyes gaze semi-watchfully for familiar faces, families riding bikes toward my direction, or speeding cars, just in case someone's break pads malfunction.
Now normally his days are spent thinking about people, places, and ideas. But, having a Spec Ops Master Sergeant, a Ranger Sergeant First Class, and a Lieutenant Colonel brain cram a bunch of Drill & Ceremony, Field training, and special 'how-to-chew-the-living crap out of someone' lessons in three days can guarantee a vegetative state-of-mind with anyone as their poor gray-goop tries to fathom the idea of being the lead Non-Commissioned Officer (NCO) of an entire platoon.
Something caught his eye, his mind is lassoed in slightly to identify the sight. The brush of the rough forest of oranges, yellows, and greens gave away to a tall steel fence, which in turn gave away to the area's local tennis court being utilized by teenagers, adults, seniors, and the odd crew of the local firefighters station. The sound of laughter, young and old, were heard by seagulls, which in retaliation screeched their animosity, while eyeing the vittles that some families brought with them.
A throaty chuckle echoed from within the depths of his chest, his head shaking slightly at the sight. 'Even on a detestable day, people go out, and act as if the day is the most incomparably best day of their lives.' a section of his mind thought silently. He blinked twice, as a second section of his mind responded in return, ' An awfully cynic thought, where did that come from?'
His eyes wandered the crowd, as his mind started to rev up for some arguing with itself. A couple familiar faces, some cute girls, few old couples watching their grandkids. While his eyes wandered, the two voices within his head left the optimist/cynic argument behind, and started debating over the best colors of nature.
A flash of blonde caught his eyes, and reunites his drifting mind back into a plain human thought process. The flash of blonde turns into a face as his eyes dial in toward the feminine figure jogging towards him. She came up to him and smiles shyly and revealed a line of perfect white teeth.
"Hi, Alex." Madison said. She had blonde hair that would let light dance within it's locks, a heart shaped face; narrow, but sensuous lips, and a delicate narrow chin.
"Ah, Hi, Madison," he mused lightly, letting a grin cross his face, "heading to the court, to play some racquet sports?"
She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes and pushed his shoulder playfully, "It's Tennis, you oaf!"
"Yes, now I remember," he said slowly, "the Sport Baldassare Castle-Cat recommends gentlemen play in his little book of the courtier."
"It's Castiglione," she laughs in her own sweet way, "anyway, what brings you over here? Felt like taking a walk for some special reason?
"No, I just finished off, a major brain-beating session with the battalion command and staff, They're prepping me for a leadership slot in one of the platoons."
"Oh, that sounds exciting, should I start calling you Aeell-Taeee?" She said in her best Tom Hanks impersonation.
They both burst out laughing, and found themselves looking into each others eyes and smiling. Finally after what seemed for an eternity, they broke contact, she ducking her eyes shyly, he, looking upward and lightly scratching his head, both blushing ever so slightly.
"Well, I'll be promoted to Sergeant First Class, as soon as I'm assigned a new platoon of freshmen." he said, breaking the awkward silence. 'It'll be harder to see you in the future' he thought.
"That's great, congratulations, Alex," she seemed to think the same thing for that brief second. "I-I'd better go, the tennis team's waiting for me."
She started to move past me, a sadness touched her eyes, 'Damn it, Alex, ask her out before she walks away!' his mind screamed at him, his arm started to move on it's own accord, and placed it's hand on her shoulder. She paused, and looked back.
"Madison, before you go," he paused for a moment, hesitant, 'here goes nothing, feet first into Uffern' "I was wondering if you'd like to go out some time, for some coffee or tea?"
Her eyes widened, 'I guessed that she's as surprised as I am over this scene' she blushed deeply, smiled, started to nod, and uttered one word in bewilderment
"sure."
"Terra Bella Café, noon, Tomorrow?
"That sounds nice, I guess I'll see you there." with that, she turned and sprinted down toward the tennis court, blushing redder than the leaves around her.
He watched her go, and started down the dusty cement path, and went on his merry way home, smiling.
Author Note: First time! First Story! First Everything! I'm very excited to make my first contribution to this wonderful website of stirring stories! Please, do comment on the story, point out anything that you like, that I could improve on, and review the whole nine yards! Thanks for reading this first chapter out of many, and hope you'll appreciate the ride, as much as I hope to.
Cheers all!
