"Staff Sergeant Justin McKinley of the Ultor Mines Suppression Team,
please report to guard station immediately", the voice over the loud
speaker announced. Justin was more or less engulfed with his daily
ration, instead of paying attention to the loudspeaker.
"Ohhh," chanted the table he sat at. "Looks like big-boy boss man got in a spicket of trouble." his squad taunted. Justin sighed and chuckled to himself. He had followed the protocol exactly to the book, for tooth and nail. Command had nothing on him.
"Shut up guys or I'll have all of u pulling double shifts," he said to the lance under his command. They pretended to be scared as he got up and marched himself out of the mess hall. Justin wound his way around the huge underground Martian complex. He remembered the first day of boot at this place. Oh, yes, that God forsaken day where every guard becomes a man. He remembered protocol giving him his sidearm, the very same one still strapped onto his leg. Most guards lost theirs. The guards claimed the miners stole them. That was their big joke 'Oh no! The miners stole my gun' and 'Oh no! The miners stole my money' and 'Oh no! The miners stole my virginity!' and those sorts of claims. He chuckled to himself as he turned the corner. The lights flashed off his newly polished helmet. It made him queasy, the bright lights. The same day he received his sidearm, command made him shoot his own leg.
"Now as an authority figure, you may be forced to shoot those who disobey. Thus law requires that you experience their pain, just incase they try to sue Ultor." It was an insane request but he had to do it. He was alone in a room, bright lights all around as he lifted the pistol and put the barrel against his thigh. Cringed at the thought of what happens next he shoved it out of his mind and concentrated on some miners in the hallway.
"Hey! Get back to work, mine scum! I didn't say you could take a break!" he yelled at a trio of miners crowded around a poster. "Hey! Are you listening to me?" Justin behind the red garbed miners and spun the closest one to him around. "GET BACK TO WORK!" he shouted into his face. Without a word the three miners walked off without looking back. Justin watched them walk away and then turn his attention to the poster. It read " REWARD for the capture of Eos" there was a question mark where her picture should be. 'Command can't even get a picture…how stupid' he thought as he trailed off to his previous destination.
As Justin approached the door it opened automatically.
"Sir! Staff Sergeant Justin McKinley reporting as requested, Sir!" Justin chanted as he entered the dimly lit room. In the room Justin spied a long table and a lamp that hung from the ceiling. It hung just low enough so the faces of the Command could not be seen amongst the shadows. His palms started to sweat when no one answered.
Finally, a voice came from the end of the table. "Yes…Staff Sergeant. That is a bit informal wouldn't you say? I would much rather change it to Sergeant Major." The voice said. Justin's eyes widened and he felt a burst of adrenaline rush to every inch of his body.
"Sir! May I ask what the occasion is for my promotion? Staff Sergeant to a Sergeant Major is a big jump without a reason." Justin barely squeaked out.
"Yes it is. Well your lance has been promoted too, to a different shift. The predescosor has been killed by, well I think they call themselves the Red Faction. I'm not sure but they are a ragtag group of rebels." The voice continued. "Effective immediately."
"Sir, when does this shift begin?" Justin asked confused.
"In about, 2 and one half minutes." The voice answered.
Justin's eyes became wide again. Of course the catch, there was always a catch. "But Sir! We just got off shift not more then fifteen minutes ago! At least give my men some time to rest!"
"Negative." The voice answered. "We can't spare the time. Dismissed." Justin knew better then to argue with the voice of reason so he turned on his heel and promptly left without another word or thought. The walk back to the mess hall was swift and precise. He was contemplating a way of telling the men without them killing him. Maybe a joke would work. Or maybe making himself seemed tough, yeah that would work. ' I'll just make myself seem really tough then so they wont argue and if they do then I'll go upside their heads'. Yes…he thought to himself. He remembered his favorite T.V. show as a kid. It was a classic but it was good, set in the present. The character Bender said that all the time.
SMACK
"Oww!" Justin said outloud. He looked up to see what had interrupted his thoughts. He saw a man clad in red garnments. "Out of my way!" Justin said forcefully as he knocked the man in the stomach. The man in red fell to the floor, gasping for air. Justin stepped over him and entered the messhall to greet his men.
"So, what did Big Boss Man Sarg do on his visit with the exec's?" PFC Stud teased.
"No, Stud, that's 'So, what did Big Boss Man Sarg do on his visit with the exec's?' Sir!" PFC Jamer corrected him. The men and Justin shared a laugh before he cut them short by going upside Jamer's head. "Hey Sarg! What was that for?" Jamer protested the smack.
"Listen goon-dogs. I volunteered you all for a second shift, just like I promised. For that the execs promoted me to Sergeant Major. Report to the airlock immediately for envirosuit check and new guard stations. That is all." He didn't give the men a chance to even let their jaws drop before he turned and walked out towards the airlock.
Sergeant Major Justin McKinley had finished lacing up his envriosuit boots and headed toward the guard's airlock. He opened his locker and picked out an assault rifle and ammo. He restraped his pistol to the outside of the suit and turned to his lance who were also raiding the weapons locker. They picked out various sorts of weapons such as shotguns, submachine guns, and grenades. They never used the weapons so the lance didn't even both to carry ammo. The extra ten pounds was too much of a burden so they just took what ever the gun held, enough to dispatch the uncooroperative miner. Justin's assault rifle chewed through ammo and had a high rate of jamming so just in case he carried an extra mag with him at all times.
"Alright men, our new mine is section H-18, just outside the medical station. If we're lucky we may be able to take a break on the nice cushiony beds." Justin announced. His squad was dreary eyed and when they heard beds a small smiled appeared across all of their faces. Anything was better then being drenched in sweat in your envirosuit. It was rumored that a miner drowned in his own sweat a week earlier. Although he had the plague that killed the miners left and right, the guards joked it was the sweat.
The airlock hissed open as Justin thought more about the plague. How come the guards didn't die from it? Was it because the guards had better treatment or recived a vaccination? Possible. At any rate, Justin settled for the 'Because the guards are better'. Not treatment, better in general.
Justin sighed heavily as he took up post in a tower. It was going to be another boring day in the mines…or so he thought.
How was the first chapter? I hope it was good. This is my first fic ever and the only time I used word other then school. Please review if you want me to update!
"Ohhh," chanted the table he sat at. "Looks like big-boy boss man got in a spicket of trouble." his squad taunted. Justin sighed and chuckled to himself. He had followed the protocol exactly to the book, for tooth and nail. Command had nothing on him.
"Shut up guys or I'll have all of u pulling double shifts," he said to the lance under his command. They pretended to be scared as he got up and marched himself out of the mess hall. Justin wound his way around the huge underground Martian complex. He remembered the first day of boot at this place. Oh, yes, that God forsaken day where every guard becomes a man. He remembered protocol giving him his sidearm, the very same one still strapped onto his leg. Most guards lost theirs. The guards claimed the miners stole them. That was their big joke 'Oh no! The miners stole my gun' and 'Oh no! The miners stole my money' and 'Oh no! The miners stole my virginity!' and those sorts of claims. He chuckled to himself as he turned the corner. The lights flashed off his newly polished helmet. It made him queasy, the bright lights. The same day he received his sidearm, command made him shoot his own leg.
"Now as an authority figure, you may be forced to shoot those who disobey. Thus law requires that you experience their pain, just incase they try to sue Ultor." It was an insane request but he had to do it. He was alone in a room, bright lights all around as he lifted the pistol and put the barrel against his thigh. Cringed at the thought of what happens next he shoved it out of his mind and concentrated on some miners in the hallway.
"Hey! Get back to work, mine scum! I didn't say you could take a break!" he yelled at a trio of miners crowded around a poster. "Hey! Are you listening to me?" Justin behind the red garbed miners and spun the closest one to him around. "GET BACK TO WORK!" he shouted into his face. Without a word the three miners walked off without looking back. Justin watched them walk away and then turn his attention to the poster. It read " REWARD for the capture of Eos" there was a question mark where her picture should be. 'Command can't even get a picture…how stupid' he thought as he trailed off to his previous destination.
As Justin approached the door it opened automatically.
"Sir! Staff Sergeant Justin McKinley reporting as requested, Sir!" Justin chanted as he entered the dimly lit room. In the room Justin spied a long table and a lamp that hung from the ceiling. It hung just low enough so the faces of the Command could not be seen amongst the shadows. His palms started to sweat when no one answered.
Finally, a voice came from the end of the table. "Yes…Staff Sergeant. That is a bit informal wouldn't you say? I would much rather change it to Sergeant Major." The voice said. Justin's eyes widened and he felt a burst of adrenaline rush to every inch of his body.
"Sir! May I ask what the occasion is for my promotion? Staff Sergeant to a Sergeant Major is a big jump without a reason." Justin barely squeaked out.
"Yes it is. Well your lance has been promoted too, to a different shift. The predescosor has been killed by, well I think they call themselves the Red Faction. I'm not sure but they are a ragtag group of rebels." The voice continued. "Effective immediately."
"Sir, when does this shift begin?" Justin asked confused.
"In about, 2 and one half minutes." The voice answered.
Justin's eyes became wide again. Of course the catch, there was always a catch. "But Sir! We just got off shift not more then fifteen minutes ago! At least give my men some time to rest!"
"Negative." The voice answered. "We can't spare the time. Dismissed." Justin knew better then to argue with the voice of reason so he turned on his heel and promptly left without another word or thought. The walk back to the mess hall was swift and precise. He was contemplating a way of telling the men without them killing him. Maybe a joke would work. Or maybe making himself seemed tough, yeah that would work. ' I'll just make myself seem really tough then so they wont argue and if they do then I'll go upside their heads'. Yes…he thought to himself. He remembered his favorite T.V. show as a kid. It was a classic but it was good, set in the present. The character Bender said that all the time.
SMACK
"Oww!" Justin said outloud. He looked up to see what had interrupted his thoughts. He saw a man clad in red garnments. "Out of my way!" Justin said forcefully as he knocked the man in the stomach. The man in red fell to the floor, gasping for air. Justin stepped over him and entered the messhall to greet his men.
"So, what did Big Boss Man Sarg do on his visit with the exec's?" PFC Stud teased.
"No, Stud, that's 'So, what did Big Boss Man Sarg do on his visit with the exec's?' Sir!" PFC Jamer corrected him. The men and Justin shared a laugh before he cut them short by going upside Jamer's head. "Hey Sarg! What was that for?" Jamer protested the smack.
"Listen goon-dogs. I volunteered you all for a second shift, just like I promised. For that the execs promoted me to Sergeant Major. Report to the airlock immediately for envirosuit check and new guard stations. That is all." He didn't give the men a chance to even let their jaws drop before he turned and walked out towards the airlock.
Sergeant Major Justin McKinley had finished lacing up his envriosuit boots and headed toward the guard's airlock. He opened his locker and picked out an assault rifle and ammo. He restraped his pistol to the outside of the suit and turned to his lance who were also raiding the weapons locker. They picked out various sorts of weapons such as shotguns, submachine guns, and grenades. They never used the weapons so the lance didn't even both to carry ammo. The extra ten pounds was too much of a burden so they just took what ever the gun held, enough to dispatch the uncooroperative miner. Justin's assault rifle chewed through ammo and had a high rate of jamming so just in case he carried an extra mag with him at all times.
"Alright men, our new mine is section H-18, just outside the medical station. If we're lucky we may be able to take a break on the nice cushiony beds." Justin announced. His squad was dreary eyed and when they heard beds a small smiled appeared across all of their faces. Anything was better then being drenched in sweat in your envirosuit. It was rumored that a miner drowned in his own sweat a week earlier. Although he had the plague that killed the miners left and right, the guards joked it was the sweat.
The airlock hissed open as Justin thought more about the plague. How come the guards didn't die from it? Was it because the guards had better treatment or recived a vaccination? Possible. At any rate, Justin settled for the 'Because the guards are better'. Not treatment, better in general.
Justin sighed heavily as he took up post in a tower. It was going to be another boring day in the mines…or so he thought.
How was the first chapter? I hope it was good. This is my first fic ever and the only time I used word other then school. Please review if you want me to update!