The end of the United Earth Directory has come and gone, the time of the Terrans has ticked by, and a new generation has emerged...
Location: Enlisted Soldiers Development Complex
Planet: Zulu III
Time: 27 Feb 2065, 1045 hrs.
18 YEARS LATER
An abrupt horn sounds off, and a rarely seen internal combustion propelled vehicle treads its way into the parking garage. An older man, although not visibly, steps out from its leather-furnished interior. A young man, no older than the age of 18, bursts out of the door, and embraces the man lovingly. A warm smile spreads on the man's face as his embrace on the young boy tightens. He releases his grip on the happy teenager, and looks down at him, albeit not down much, and pats him on the back lightly. In his hand is a ream of papers, and he hands them to the boy politely, shaking his other hand.
"Kyle Malliard, you, my son, have been accepted into the Protectorate Armed Forces Academy!" He hugs the boy, now recognized as his son, once more, and flips through the ream of documents, pointing out encouraging notes of approval from recruitment officers in the Solar Protectorate Marine Corps. An eager grin spreads across the boy's face, and they rush in to begin packing for his shipping out.
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Location: Das Himmelstor (The Gates of Heaven) Air Force Base (HSAFB)
Planet: Zulu III
Time: 27 Feb 2061, 1426 hrs.
As Dr. Malliard, the older scientist from the research station 18 years previous, brought the antiquated car to a stop, an automated tram brushed by the quickly, and the doctor and his son trudged quickly after it. Boarding it as a commuter might board the old San Francisco cable cars, they managed to make a quick entrance into the main terminal of the commercial airport within the base. Kyle looked around eagerly at the uniformed soldiers patrolling the corridors, eyeing zealously the power-suited Marines that guarded the entrances and exits to and from the concourse. His attention was brought back to the real world when an armed guard brought them to a careening halt, seeing the scientific badge binned on Malliard's left breast pocket. He ran a UPC scanner over the surface, and ran a fingerprint cross-check against a database of authorized personnel. Looking up quickly, Kyle saw a sign dangling above the concourse that said, in bold, blackened letters,
Military Personnel Boarding Tarmac
Authorized Personnel Only!
In the near distance, he could her the patterned beating of helicopter rotors, and the whining engines of Warrant Officer personnel transports. He waved idly as a pilot flew overhead quickly, and smiled as he saw the pilot return the wave. A sergeant greeted them in a crisp, yet over-rehearsed manor, and escorted them to registration and liscensing. After signing numerous waivers, forms and surveys, his bags were loaded, and he was boarded onto an awaiting helicopter. The enormous troop transport hovered in the air, before jetting quickly into the distance, a tear forming lightly in Dr. Malliard's eye as his only "son" left him. He was wonce again alone and dark. Now all he could do was wait.
Location: Enlisted Soldiers Development Complex
Planet: Zulu III
Time: 27 Feb 2065, 1045 hrs.
18 YEARS LATER
An abrupt horn sounds off, and a rarely seen internal combustion propelled vehicle treads its way into the parking garage. An older man, although not visibly, steps out from its leather-furnished interior. A young man, no older than the age of 18, bursts out of the door, and embraces the man lovingly. A warm smile spreads on the man's face as his embrace on the young boy tightens. He releases his grip on the happy teenager, and looks down at him, albeit not down much, and pats him on the back lightly. In his hand is a ream of papers, and he hands them to the boy politely, shaking his other hand.
"Kyle Malliard, you, my son, have been accepted into the Protectorate Armed Forces Academy!" He hugs the boy, now recognized as his son, once more, and flips through the ream of documents, pointing out encouraging notes of approval from recruitment officers in the Solar Protectorate Marine Corps. An eager grin spreads across the boy's face, and they rush in to begin packing for his shipping out.
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Location: Das Himmelstor (The Gates of Heaven) Air Force Base (HSAFB)
Planet: Zulu III
Time: 27 Feb 2061, 1426 hrs.
As Dr. Malliard, the older scientist from the research station 18 years previous, brought the antiquated car to a stop, an automated tram brushed by the quickly, and the doctor and his son trudged quickly after it. Boarding it as a commuter might board the old San Francisco cable cars, they managed to make a quick entrance into the main terminal of the commercial airport within the base. Kyle looked around eagerly at the uniformed soldiers patrolling the corridors, eyeing zealously the power-suited Marines that guarded the entrances and exits to and from the concourse. His attention was brought back to the real world when an armed guard brought them to a careening halt, seeing the scientific badge binned on Malliard's left breast pocket. He ran a UPC scanner over the surface, and ran a fingerprint cross-check against a database of authorized personnel. Looking up quickly, Kyle saw a sign dangling above the concourse that said, in bold, blackened letters,
Military Personnel Boarding Tarmac
Authorized Personnel Only!
In the near distance, he could her the patterned beating of helicopter rotors, and the whining engines of Warrant Officer personnel transports. He waved idly as a pilot flew overhead quickly, and smiled as he saw the pilot return the wave. A sergeant greeted them in a crisp, yet over-rehearsed manor, and escorted them to registration and liscensing. After signing numerous waivers, forms and surveys, his bags were loaded, and he was boarded onto an awaiting helicopter. The enormous troop transport hovered in the air, before jetting quickly into the distance, a tear forming lightly in Dr. Malliard's eye as his only "son" left him. He was wonce again alone and dark. Now all he could do was wait.