"Fuck this Doc, I'm alright. Go search for alien feces to study or something."
"Mate, you know just as well as I there's no escaping it." Doc's Scottish accent was already annoying PVT Jason Priolo, who had to endure yet another Zot! check.
"We've been doing this for eight years now and you've not found a single thing wrong with me, perhaps a little dehydration, but that's it. Do we really need to?" Priolo pleaded.
"And you've been going on your expeditions for eight years and you've found just as little as me, so shut up and grow up. Just a little longer..." There was a noisy pop, and the needle emerged from Priolo's skin, blood-red.
"Well?" Priolo asked, almost sarcastically.
"Nothing, per usual." Replied Doc, almost sounding disappointed.
"Surprise. Anyway mate, if you don't have anything more for me to take senselessly I'll see you at lunch." Priolo walked out of the medical chambers and, looking at his watch, felt his stomach gurgle. About time for lunch; better make sure my rooms clean first. He made his way to Hallway 95, his hallway, and was just about to enter his room when he noticed SSGT Vines step into the hallway.
"STAND FAST." PVT Priolo yelled, while everyone exited their rooms and stood by the left hand side of their doorway - at attention - with extreme haste, as was custom.
"The following soldiers are to be deployed today: SGT Godsymons, SGT Wake, PVT Moss, PVT Priolo and PVT Andreas. Be at the docks by 1240hrs." And with that the SSGT made his leave.
Priolo looked at his watch. 1210hrs. His stomach cried out in despair.
"Fuck's sake, there goes lunch."
"Don't be so pessimistic; who knows, maybe we'll actually find a rock or two this time?" PVT Andreas joked, but no one found it funny. All the previous expeditions had been dull affairs, and this one promised to follow suite.
Priolo made his way to his room and quickly changed out of his casual dress and into combat attire. He had to admit, it felt good to have the boots and helmet on; a small sense of superiority swept over him when he thought of the civilians back at Earth, all that way down. Or was it up, or left or right? It was hard to tell. Space is a weird place.
He locked his room, looked at his watch and noticed he was ten minutes early, as the time was 1230. "Time for a quick snack?" he asked himself. He ran to the mess, and looked for PVT Emily Woodroofe.
"Whooooo's my favourite cook?" He asked, sneaking up behind her.
"Food's all gone Jason, bad luck."
"But, but, but, I'm being deployed." He said, pleading.
"Oh? That changes things." She said, teasing.
"Just a little? Pleeaassee?"
"I suppose every dead man gets to have his last wish. Take some bread from the cupboard, then be off. Don't want to be late, SSGT Vines is a real hardass."
Priolo laughed. "Cheers Woody, but you know just as well as I there's about zero chance that there'll be anything more than a disfigured rock, or perhaps a drop of liquid that the scientists will go crazy over."
He then left the mess, and made his way to the "docks". 'The docks' was the slang term for the deploying stations, teleporters of a sort, that could send you just about anywhere you wished to be in a matter of seconds or, in extreme cases, minutes. He entered the large room with the docks and noticed his teammates already formed up with their weapons. He checked his watch. 1240hrs.
"PVT Priolo, you're thirty two seconds late. Get your weapon and get your arse onto dock 4." SSGT Vines wasn't, generally, a happy man; worse when his soldiers weren't punctual.
Priolo walked swiftly to the weapon rack and took the only weapon his I.D. card would allow him to get; the stock-standard rifle. 30 round magazine, roughly 200 rounds per minute and a fairly average 15 tonnes of pressure per square inch when fired correctly. He also took two Zot! rejuvenation boost, not by choice however.
Priolo got onto his dock, and was belted up and readied by the assisting personnel.
"Deployment in 30 seconds." The operator said.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
A flash of light filled Priolo's vision, and he fell into a semi-conscious state as he was moved virtually two billion miles away.
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First time I've ever done one of these sort of things. I know it isn't completely Tremulous related at the moment, but it's getting there/will get there. First chapter was fairly short and I think I was fairly brief on details but, if I continue, it should all piece together nicely.
Yes, more? No, scrap it? Be harsh. >.<
edit: Also, most if not all of the military references are based upon the Australian Army/Air Force (I'm an Air Force cadet so it came fairly easily). It probably doesn't make a lot of sense. >.>
