Tiberian Birth
Chapter 2
INT-US NAVAL COMMAND CARRIER-CREW QUARTERS CORRIDOR
Brigadear General Mark Sheperd of the US Navy SEALS walked out of his quarters and bumped into another Brigadear General; General Locke of the US Navy.
"Sheperd. Watch where your going. There is an important message for me at the Bridge." Snapped Locke.
"So. I can't see around corners, Locke. YOU watch where YOUR going."
"Excuse me, Sirs. But are either of you General Sheperd?" asked a young leutenant.
"I am."
"Sir, there is an urgent messege for you at the bridge. Same goes for you general Loc..."
"Yes, I know."
"Ok, Sirs." He said with a salute before turning around and walking off.
INT-US NAVAL COMMAND CARRIER-THE BRIDGE
Both Generals stood before the vid-screen showing their supearior.
"Gentlemen. We have good and some fairly bad news. The bad news is the Navy SEALs are being dis-banded; a small fraction is going to join the Marine Corp. However, the rest are going to join a new counter terrorist organization. The whole fleet will also be joining this global defence army, this will supply them with some much needed technology at this early stage in their development. All these changes will be temporary if this defence army does not work out."
"Excuse me Sir. But what has this got to do with us? True I'm a general of the SEALs, but with our commanding abilities won't we just be reinstated to another chain of command?" Questioned Sheperd.
"No, you two will actualy be two of five of the head personel who will be in command of the global defence initiative. Locke, all the top peaple have decided to make you head of the defence initative's navy. Sheperd. everyone from the President down have decided only you are fit enough for overal man in charge."
"Wow, may I ask who the over peaple in charge are sir?"
"Someone named Ben Huntly is head of specal forces. James Carter of the SAS is head of land forces. And David Edwards is the head of their Air Force. All in all a pretty impressive chain of command." Marvled the Superior
"Ok, Sir. Where's our new Headquarters?" asked Locke
"Top Secret. Need to know basis only and I don't need to know. You will be recieving a communication from the President eventualy. He was going to tell you the news but he's currently busy. I heard their trying to put Leuitenant Eva's skills as an analysis officer into a new program so we will have her skills even when she isn't working with us anymore."
"Any other commanding officers, Field Commanders?"
"Quite a few. Unfortunately I'm not permitted to look at their details. Any further questions?"
"No, Sir."
The Superior chuckled lightly. "Hey, I'm no longer your superior. Honously though, your extremely lucky, I'll say. They're only chosing the best of the best."
INT-TEMPLE OF NOD-ART GALLERY
Kane and Seth were walking through the newly opened art gallery looking at some of the paintings.
"Sir, tell me about Hassan and Vega, they seem a bit on the young side for generals, don't they?"
Kane smiled as he replied. "They might be young, but they have promise. They might even become better then even you."
"Huh, I can just about see that happening. They're just video game players."
"Yes, but people learn better if they enjoy what their learning. They play a few select games that require strategy, like that one you had a go at, Commandos. If they were in the army at their current age they wouldn't be as good because they wouldn't have enjoyed the use of strategy so much. They enjoy using strategies they will be quicker at developing newer strategies to go with the given situation. If they were still playing games by the time they reach your age, they would be 5 times better than you, because you got your skills through sense of duty alone, which makes it harder to gain the skills in question. Understand?"
"Yes, kind of. But they won't enjoy life once the campains start going into action though, will they?"
Kane shrugged. "They won't know it's real. Not untill they are old enough to handle the truth. They will believe it's another game, but for safty, they will each be put into different Command Ships disquised as civillian cruise ships."
"Your a genious. And let me guess, them being kids makes 'em expendable?"
"Your guess is correct. I can see I made the right choice making you my right hand."
"Is this true, Kane?" A small voice demanded. Both men turned around to spy a teenager glaring at them. Kane just chuckled lightly.
"This would be one of their replacements: Anton Slavic."
"Are we turning this Temple into a nursery?"
"There's only four children so no. What are you doing out of quarters?"
"I wanted to ask why you continuosly wanted us to play video games, but you just answered for me."
"I can see that your going to be the best when your older. I don't think your going to be as expendable as the other two, only unleashed into the world when my command is given. But that's only if you don't tell them what you've heard." Upon saying this Kane whipped out his Colt.45 and pointed it at Slavic. This attracted the attention of nearly everybody in the gallery. Slavic eyed at the gun.
"Fucking bitchy gun! Huh, fine I won't tell 'em." With that he walked off towards his quarters.
UNKNOWN LOCATION
The man got up from his bed and walked up to his beeping laptop. He sat on the chair and opened the laptop to get a message saying that he had mail. Grunting he opened the e-mail and read it with his dull, bored, bloodshot eyes, eyes that had seen death on a large and open scale, death which he had helped avenge. But avenging those deaths hadn't been enough, he should have prevented those deaths. Because of his failiure to prevent those deaths, they came back to haunt him. He lived in the darkness of the night, afraid to sleep, afraid of the nightmares that haunted him, but his greatest fear, his fear that history would repeat itself on more innocent souls, dead in front of his eyes. Despite the fact people told him that he had done the right thing avenging those deaths, it didn't make it any better. He read the message, from a friend in the SAS, before grabbing his Colt.45 and chucked it in a sports bag along with some cloths and the laptop. He grabbed the bag and left the building he had once called home.
***Author's note
R&R NO FLAMING. Sorry it took so long, I've been busy. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO GO THROUGH!? ESPECIALY WHEN I'M ATTEMPTING TO BECOME A PROFFESIONAL AUTHOR? Mind you, with all the time I've had, this fic still doesn't match up to the quality of my nowhere near finished novel. I just write fics when I'm at a loss for ideas. Understood? good. I may put my novel on fiction press, so I have a record if my computer/laptop were to crash.
INT-US NAVAL COMMAND CARRIER-CREW QUARTERS CORRIDOR
Brigadear General Mark Sheperd of the US Navy SEALS walked out of his quarters and bumped into another Brigadear General; General Locke of the US Navy.
"Sheperd. Watch where your going. There is an important message for me at the Bridge." Snapped Locke.
"So. I can't see around corners, Locke. YOU watch where YOUR going."
"Excuse me, Sirs. But are either of you General Sheperd?" asked a young leutenant.
"I am."
"Sir, there is an urgent messege for you at the bridge. Same goes for you general Loc..."
"Yes, I know."
"Ok, Sirs." He said with a salute before turning around and walking off.
INT-US NAVAL COMMAND CARRIER-THE BRIDGE
Both Generals stood before the vid-screen showing their supearior.
"Gentlemen. We have good and some fairly bad news. The bad news is the Navy SEALs are being dis-banded; a small fraction is going to join the Marine Corp. However, the rest are going to join a new counter terrorist organization. The whole fleet will also be joining this global defence army, this will supply them with some much needed technology at this early stage in their development. All these changes will be temporary if this defence army does not work out."
"Excuse me Sir. But what has this got to do with us? True I'm a general of the SEALs, but with our commanding abilities won't we just be reinstated to another chain of command?" Questioned Sheperd.
"No, you two will actualy be two of five of the head personel who will be in command of the global defence initiative. Locke, all the top peaple have decided to make you head of the defence initative's navy. Sheperd. everyone from the President down have decided only you are fit enough for overal man in charge."
"Wow, may I ask who the over peaple in charge are sir?"
"Someone named Ben Huntly is head of specal forces. James Carter of the SAS is head of land forces. And David Edwards is the head of their Air Force. All in all a pretty impressive chain of command." Marvled the Superior
"Ok, Sir. Where's our new Headquarters?" asked Locke
"Top Secret. Need to know basis only and I don't need to know. You will be recieving a communication from the President eventualy. He was going to tell you the news but he's currently busy. I heard their trying to put Leuitenant Eva's skills as an analysis officer into a new program so we will have her skills even when she isn't working with us anymore."
"Any other commanding officers, Field Commanders?"
"Quite a few. Unfortunately I'm not permitted to look at their details. Any further questions?"
"No, Sir."
The Superior chuckled lightly. "Hey, I'm no longer your superior. Honously though, your extremely lucky, I'll say. They're only chosing the best of the best."
INT-TEMPLE OF NOD-ART GALLERY
Kane and Seth were walking through the newly opened art gallery looking at some of the paintings.
"Sir, tell me about Hassan and Vega, they seem a bit on the young side for generals, don't they?"
Kane smiled as he replied. "They might be young, but they have promise. They might even become better then even you."
"Huh, I can just about see that happening. They're just video game players."
"Yes, but people learn better if they enjoy what their learning. They play a few select games that require strategy, like that one you had a go at, Commandos. If they were in the army at their current age they wouldn't be as good because they wouldn't have enjoyed the use of strategy so much. They enjoy using strategies they will be quicker at developing newer strategies to go with the given situation. If they were still playing games by the time they reach your age, they would be 5 times better than you, because you got your skills through sense of duty alone, which makes it harder to gain the skills in question. Understand?"
"Yes, kind of. But they won't enjoy life once the campains start going into action though, will they?"
Kane shrugged. "They won't know it's real. Not untill they are old enough to handle the truth. They will believe it's another game, but for safty, they will each be put into different Command Ships disquised as civillian cruise ships."
"Your a genious. And let me guess, them being kids makes 'em expendable?"
"Your guess is correct. I can see I made the right choice making you my right hand."
"Is this true, Kane?" A small voice demanded. Both men turned around to spy a teenager glaring at them. Kane just chuckled lightly.
"This would be one of their replacements: Anton Slavic."
"Are we turning this Temple into a nursery?"
"There's only four children so no. What are you doing out of quarters?"
"I wanted to ask why you continuosly wanted us to play video games, but you just answered for me."
"I can see that your going to be the best when your older. I don't think your going to be as expendable as the other two, only unleashed into the world when my command is given. But that's only if you don't tell them what you've heard." Upon saying this Kane whipped out his Colt.45 and pointed it at Slavic. This attracted the attention of nearly everybody in the gallery. Slavic eyed at the gun.
"Fucking bitchy gun! Huh, fine I won't tell 'em." With that he walked off towards his quarters.
UNKNOWN LOCATION
The man got up from his bed and walked up to his beeping laptop. He sat on the chair and opened the laptop to get a message saying that he had mail. Grunting he opened the e-mail and read it with his dull, bored, bloodshot eyes, eyes that had seen death on a large and open scale, death which he had helped avenge. But avenging those deaths hadn't been enough, he should have prevented those deaths. Because of his failiure to prevent those deaths, they came back to haunt him. He lived in the darkness of the night, afraid to sleep, afraid of the nightmares that haunted him, but his greatest fear, his fear that history would repeat itself on more innocent souls, dead in front of his eyes. Despite the fact people told him that he had done the right thing avenging those deaths, it didn't make it any better. He read the message, from a friend in the SAS, before grabbing his Colt.45 and chucked it in a sports bag along with some cloths and the laptop. He grabbed the bag and left the building he had once called home.
***Author's note
R&R NO FLAMING. Sorry it took so long, I've been busy. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO GO THROUGH!? ESPECIALY WHEN I'M ATTEMPTING TO BECOME A PROFFESIONAL AUTHOR? Mind you, with all the time I've had, this fic still doesn't match up to the quality of my nowhere near finished novel. I just write fics when I'm at a loss for ideas. Understood? good. I may put my novel on fiction press, so I have a record if my computer/laptop were to crash.