Soldiers of Fortune
"Goggling"

"Join the SecOps they said, see Pandora they said," joked a soldier. "I'd rather be sailing."

"Shit, I'll tell the Major to get you a dingy and life jacket and you can be the first Coast Guard on Pandora," said another who Leon recognized as Jordan, his bunk mate.

"Eh look who it is," said a soldier noticing Leon hobbling into the barracks. "Tarzan's back from the jungle."

"Welcome back to civilization Jungle Boy," said another as Jordan went to greet him with a headlock.

"Knock it off," Leon managed to say through the man's arm.

"Just don't go making any more discoveries or we'd really have to kick your ass," said Jordan finally releasing him.

Leon hobbled to his bed and flopped down in it. He'd have liked to stayed a little longer but he heard the familiar footsteps of Sgt. Donovan entering the barracks.

"Mess hall ladies," he shouted. "Double time."

Leon heard the soldiers' scampering into formation.

"You waiting for a personal invitation Corporal Taylor?" asked Donovan as he leaned over Leon.

"No sir."

"A wheel chair perhaps?"

"No sir."

"Then get your ass in gear and get in formation," spat the Sergeant which Leon sprang to his feet and hobbled as quickly as he could to get into formation with the others.

"What's your name?" asked the Sergeant. "Is it Peg? No? What about Ilene?"

"No sir," answered Leon as the others around him tried hard to keep from laughing.

"Then you better straighten out that those legs and walk like a man," barked Donovan.

"Yes sir," replied Leon trying his best to get rid of his limp.

The mess hall was crowded as it usually was. The food to some people wasn't so bad. It could have been a lot worse, but better than what some people were use to.

"You know what this thing tastes like?" asked Corporal Lee as he was chewing up some alien pig meat. "Ox intestine."

Several people around him who heard it either dropped their own portions of food or spit it back out.

"Why the hell do you have to go and say something like for?" asked Jordan.

"I was just saying," said Lee taking another mouthful of the meat. "Not bad right?"

"Why the hell does everything taste like chicken?" asked Heller staring at a blue fruit that he had just taken a bite from. "Seriously try it."

"That is the weirdest thing," said Price smelling his own piece of fruit. "Try it Jordan probably remind you of home."

"Nah man," said Jordan shaking his head. "If fry that shit first, then I'll try it."

"You know the reason why the reason why everything tastes like chicken is because," said Ben Tanochi sitting down at their table. He was about to continue his story but realized that everyone was staring at him with the "I-don't-give-a-shit" look. "So any way Mister Taylor…"

Leon shook his head at him as the others were still giving him the look. Realizing that this wasn't the place to talk shop Ben picked up his tray and left.

"What's a gimp gotta do to get some real food around here," said Leon shaking his head at the slop that looked like the food they had to force feed him at the infirmary, except bluer.

"Here you want my ox intestine?" asked Jordan pushing his tray closer towards Leon. "I think they gave me an eye ball."

Several of the people on their table jumped to their feet as Jordan uncovered the eyeball that was staring up at them.

"What is going on here?" shouted Sgt. Donovan. If everyone else hadn't noticed the commotion by now, they were certainly staring now.

"Nothing sir," said Jordan. "Just trying to share some food."

Donovan noticed the eyeball before it was covered up. So he quickly snatched it up and held it in his hand as it stared back at him.

"So this is what is causing all this ruckus?" asked Donovan. Some of them answered their Sergeant. To the surprise of most of the mess hall he popped the eyeball into his mouth. And chewed it with his mouth open for them to see before swallowing it whole. "The eye is the best part. When I come back here I want to see those trays clean," said Donovan licking his fingers clean.

Everyone suddenly lost their appetite.

After breakfast it was time to get suited up for patrol. Today Leon would be staying behind keeping watch over the biological side of the colony. Plans were in the works to finally put a lid on it but until then, it was most boring job for SecOps.

"Check out that piece of tail," said Jordan nudging Leon to take a look over at Dr. Augustine's Avatar. She was bent over talking to the human scientists face to face. Jordan appeared to be mesmerized by her tail swishing back and forth.

"Knock it off man," said Leon shaking his head. "She may look pretty now…"

"What?" asked Jordan.

"Kinda pushy too," said Leon.

"That's a shame," said Jordan as he watched Grace leaning over some plants in the garden. "You know for being ten foot tall and blue, they ain't so bad."

"Not too bad at all," agreed Leon watching a one on one basketball game with an impossibly high basketball rim for a normal human.

"Now that's a view," said Jordan watching the game. A female Avatar was leaning over trying to butt her way into the key against her opponent. They were both wearing short shorts and loose fitting sports bras.

"Enjoying the view boys?" asked Grace as she towered over them making them jump.

"Sorry mamma, I mean ma'am," said Leon apologizing quickly but Jordan continued to stare up at her.

"You boys had better keep your eyes on what's out there instead of what's in here," said Grace but Jordan seemed mesmerized as he his jaw wouldn't stay closed. "Leon, you better keep an eye on your friend here before he drowns."

"Yes ma'am," said Leon as they both watched her leave. She moved elegantly down the rows of the garden with her tail playfully swishing back and forth.

"Oh," said Grace turning back around to face them. "Leon when you are back to full health you are going to be on escort duty with us."

"Yes ma'am," said Leon.

As soon as she was out of earshot Jordan punched him in the arm. "You lucky dog. You get to go out on a mission with them."

"Would you relax," said Leon. "There's no way in hell."

"Man didn't you ever see those ancient space movies?" asked Jordan. "Green women. Man, you could be the real Kirk. And look where we are Leon. We are in Hell."

"Shut up," said Leon. "And watch were you are pointing that thing."

A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys.

The timeline seems a bit large but if you actually look up the age of Sigourney Weaver, she's like 60. Hard to believe yes, but that's how old she is. So the timeline doesn't appear to be too large.