Chapter IV - Fluorescent Lights

The vid call door opened and general Greene was still in the same spot he was in before I entered the room. "Special Forces team leader. That's a big deal, captain." Greene said with a slight smile. "It really is sir. I didn't expect this but I'll give this my all. Not just for the Alliance but for all lives in this galaxy" I said, glancing down at my omni-tool with the info Hackett sent over during the call. "I am sure you heard this from the admiral but there is no one else best suited for this role like you, Frost" Greene pressed on his omni-tool and an interface on the wall beside us displayed an image. The image displayed a ship. This wasn't a battleship but more of a transport ship similar to a shuttle. " This is the Shooting Star, Frost. She's a speedy transport ship that will get you in and out of areas pretty damn fast. The ship has done me well but it'll be better suited for you now captain." Greene said as he unlinked the image from his omni-tool. " That is very generous. I will take good care of her sir." I said as I continued to process all of this. " I appreciate that Frost but for now go get some rest. The Shooting Star will need a couple hours for prep before she can leave. I will notify you by omni-tool once everything is prepped." Greene said then quickly left the comm room. I looked back over at the vid call door "this is going to be something" I silently said to myself then made for the exit. I was back in the long HQ hallway that leads to many different rooms. The hallway was exactly the same as before I entered the comm room. Soldiers all around me filled with nothing but doom and dread. I walked into a restroom that was nearby. "No time for janitor clean up anymore." I said looking around the filthy restroom. I pulled out a cigarette and leaned over a sink looking at myself in the mirror. "I can do this… I have to do this." I said to my reflection, lighting the cigarette. The faint voices of low morale soldiers from outside and the buzzing of the fluorescent lights up above were ringing in my ears. I had no idea what awaits with leaving N7 HQ and arriving at Jarove Station but I couldn't lose my resolve. Without resolve and a fighting spirit the Reapers win and the so-called "cycle" is concluded. The cycles are bullshit and I'm going to make sure everyone who fights under Special Forces wants to take the cycle and shove it up the Reapers machine asses. I took a final drag from my smoke and left that filth of a restroom.