Hey guys, really sorry about the lack of posting and all. I was actually reminded from this when I finally was able to check my mail (long story, tell you later)Anyways, I finally got down what I wanted on paper, now I'm just putting it onto the computer. Once again, I'm real sorry about the lack of posting, but now your friendly neighborhood TM is locked, stocked and ready to rollso lets get this show on the road!
On a side note, how come the lieutenant is always the bad guy? Oh, and has anyone else read the Broken Saints graphic novel/flash vids on Newgrounds? Because those are freaking insane.
But I ramble.
Ready...
Set...
FIGHT!
Hey there babe, just Ricky calling to say Hi and all. I'm on another assignment, but this onelooks easy, just a routine patrol, and I should be heading home soon. The troops all say hi,and Brioni asks about the baby. You want I should bring home something this time? Maybe this time I'll get you a severed head or something, you think the baby would like that? Oh, I'm just joking. Listen, when this reaches you can you call me back? I dunno when I'll be able to call again and I need an excuse anyways, ok? Say hi to the little man for me, will you? Thanks babe, see ya.
Lieutenant Green was a sophisticated man by nature, and not the kind to be bothered with petty requests. So when the young aide wearing the silver jumpsuit of the Commander's Messenger came to fetch him, he found the Lieutenant in no fine mood.
"You call this Merlot! This is nothing more than rotten grape juice, you twit!" The ship's cook, trembling with fear, mumbled a few low words of apology. Lieutenant Green grabbed the man by the collar and pulled his face so close their noses almost touched. "What did you say" The poor cook, his eyes wide with fear, stammered "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know! Please don't demote me, sir, please!"
The lieutenant glared at him for a few moments that seemed to stretch into hours, and then pushed the cook away. The cook stumbled, steadying himself only after laying a hand on Green's mahogany desk.
Green, about to berate the cook again, saw the messenger out of the corner of his cold grey eyes, and seemed to calm down considerably. "Fine. Go. And if you ever give me a bottle like that again without chilling it to exactly 48 degrees, then I will have your head. Is that clear?"
"Oh, oh yes sir! Thank you, sir!" The cook saluted, and then hurried out, happy with his post intact.
The messenger walked in and saluted. "What?" said the Lieutenant a little too angrily. The messenger noted he didn't return the salute.
The messenger lowered his arm. "Commander Locke requests your presence on the bridge, sir, ASAP." Personally, the Lieutenant, thought that this radio silence of the Commander's was a foolish idea. There wasn't any need fpr messengers that were really just soldiers with nothing to do. They could have been out to work fixing one of the many problems abard the ship. "Alright then, private, please inform the Commander that I will be there shortly. Just allow me to regain my composure."
"Yessir." He said, and walked out the door.
Commander Jonathan Locke chewed on a cigar. It was Cuban, one of the few remaining cigars of it's kind in the world. He was never seen without a cigar clenched firmly between his teeth. Rumors circulated among the saying that he had once gone to sleep with one in his mouth and started a fire, and that whenever he took a shower he chewed an unlit one. His various repertoire of nicknames included "Smokey" and "Old Lockjaw".
As Green strutted onto the bridge, the only name that came to mind was "Damn Fool."
The only thing that Locke could think of was "Wine Drinking Pussy."
Green stood at attention and saluted. "You requested me, sir?" Lock returned the salute. 'Yeah, yeah I did. Green, do you know anything about Captain Richard Exeter of the Galactic Marines?"
"I recall the name, sir. I believe he was with the 1st Platoon the last time I saw him."
"Yes, and have you heard of Samus Aran?"
"What, that old myth? Yes, everyone has. Supposedly a single woman armed with Chozo technology destroyed an entire Space Pirate base and subsequently destroyed the planet it lay on."
"Yes, well we have reason to believe she's alive."
"What? Sir, please tell me you don't seriously consider-"
'We don't know for sure, Green. However, we know that something has been destroying space pirate bases across the galaxy, and that the planets they have been on are simply exploding. Something is the cause of this, and it's not the space pirates."
Green was amazed that the Commander believed such hogwash. Green always thought that the Commander's opinion was second to his own, but he never thought that he would go insane.
"Green? Are you listening to me?"
"What? Oh, yes. But Commander, sir?"
"Yeah?"
"How does Cpt.Exeter tie into this?"
"Well, a Platoon of marines has landed on that planet down there, pending possible Space Pirate activity. Now come take a look at this, will ya."
Locke pointed out a window to the planet below, and green was astounded.
The planet was like nothing he had ever seen. It changed colors. First it was brown and blue, almost like earth and then the atmosphere became a dark, putrid purple that enveloped the planet. Huge bolts of violet lightning streaked across the sky in a tangled web of electricity, like cracks along old china. It was there for a second, and then dissapeared. Once again, the planet was tranquil. Then it resurfaced.
It repeated this pattern a few times, and then green turned away, a look of sheer awe on his face. "Commander, sir, what exactly is that?"
"We don't know, Lieutenant. Maybe some kind of solar storm. In any case, we;ve been ordered to send two dropships full of marines down there. Samus Aran may be on that planet, or whatever the hell has been causing these planets to go boom. We think Exeter is with her."
"But sir, I don't think it's exactly advisable that we sacrifice two platoons of marines just to find one woman."
"Neither do I, Green. However, this command has come from the top brass of the Federation. We are to capture or kill Samus Aran and bring her suit onboard. If we can figure out how it works, then we can outfit our own troops with it. If Exeter interferes, kill him. He's seen too much."