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    "I know what you mean...more than you know."

    I smiled at her, and wondered if there was more to Trin then her grim exterior. "Alright, well, I'll try to help, although Im far more adept at wooing woman, or flying ships, or both simeltaneously, than I am at witch hunts."

    I leaned against the wall and grinned at JJ, "So, have you got a girl back home?"
     
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    "So, have you got a girl back home?"

    A girl he says? Well there are girls...

    "Nah, never had enough time during training, and I tend to wander between cities when I'm on leave."

    Run between is more like it. Earth women always "appreciated" their men in uniform but always were a bit... possessive.

    "How about you guys?" I said to David and Trin, "Anyone waiting for you?"
     
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    "Anyone waiting for you?"

    "No girls but a lot of angry husbands," I uttered a bark of laughter.

    "I had a strictly non committal policy with all my lady friends, I'll settle down when my strikingly handsome looks fade, my hair greys. Mind you when that happens, I'll probably be too busy entertaining myself by pretending to be deaf!"

    I looked at Trin, and waited for her response.
     
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    Anyone waiting for you?

    Trin almost laughed at the question. Yeah, a lot of people are waiting for me to get in bed with them. But not deal with my attitude.

    "Freight guys rotate out and transfer ships a lot. Not really a chance."

    It was an outright lie. Nobody ever transfered, it was a hassle. She didn't want to explain to him th loneliness aboard a ship though. The same, hard personalities, cycle after cycle. Nobody wanted anybody, except for maybe a night, but Trin didn't usually even care for that. She always saw getting attached to people as a way to get herself hurt badly. The loneliness did get to her sometimes though.
     
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    A hundred things went through Nathan's mind. A spy? Just forget about it. It's probably nothing, he thought. No. He had to tell them.

    "Lieutenant? I might know something about the spy..."
     
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    Arc was now feeling a lot better once having arrived at the station. The pain in the ears had faded out and he was putting up his confident face yet again. He was embarrassed by the fact that his ears always pained during any fun-flight. He remembered those days when he was a kid and was traveling with his classmates and teacher for an educational tour. His ears had hurt him and after the flight the bullies got him and kicked him around. They, they...

    "Lieutenant? I might know something about the spy..."

    He turned and saw Nathan, he looked quite nervous. This reminded him of his own childhood. But then Nathan's face turned confident. Arc had always been afraid. This angered him and now he decided that it was no longer his turn to be afraid. Rage boiled inside head not for something or someone but himself. He loathed his personality and wanted to kill it and change over to a new life.

    "Sir, I too admit that I know something about the spy or his accomplice. While at the port we noticed a man, a strange man. He had a strange device with him which I and Nathan nicked away as he looked suspicious and was trying to hide himself. He also acted suspiciously by being really possessive of the object. He at the same time was quite afraid. The object's type was unknown but we found one message..." he said and hoped Nathan would continue here.
     
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    "The message was coded, so I couldn't get much out of it, but it said something about identity, so naturally when I heard there was a spy, I thought back to the guy. As Arc said, he looked pretty suspicious," said Nathan.

    Crap. Nathan hoped to god that this guy had something to do with the spy, if he didn't, Nathan and Arc could be in deep ***t..

    OOC: Are we allowed to swear in this?
     
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    Austin had dozed off for most of the trip but now the business with the spy was simply..... annoying.
    "If the spy is already here then why is it a problem that new people enter, especially since we're with such decorated commanders," Austin said, the slightest taste of sarcasm on his tongue.

    "Lieutenant? I might know something about the spy..."

    Austin listened to their short account of what happened at the port carefully.

    "So that's what you two were doing... interesting. But why would a spy on the station have a contact on earth? Perhaps we have also been infiltrated there," Austin concluded darkly.
     
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    Carlson and Pappy looked bitter and impatient as the Marine contacted his duty officer. While they waited the midshipmen began to buck up.

    “Well, sirs, maybe we already have a lead and just don’t know it. Where are the problems located, or with what specific systems? If there’s some way we can narrow this down, we might be able to find him…without running blindly around interrogating people.” The girl said, Carlson shook his head.

    "What do you mean you 'maybe already have a lead?'"

    "The woman has a point. Who's in charge of the investigation? Lt, Sarge, maybe we can help out once we speak to Commander Littleman." The tall and rugged one said.

    "It's Littlefield son, Lieutenant Commander Littlefield. And do you see three chevrons going up anywhere on my uniform, boy? I'm a dang Master Chief, for love's sake, these midshipmen..." Pappy said, a little annoyed.

    "That's as good of an idea as any, but uh, shouldn't we leave the counter espionage to the experts?" The grungy pretty boy said.

    The midshipman began to chatter back and forth, talking about girlfriends back home and God knows what else. Carlson and the Mater Chief ignored them and decided that they were telling tall tales or trying hard to get attention.

    "Lieutenant? I might know something about the spy..." One of the midshipmen said, it was the neat looking clean cut kid.

    "What the hell, this better be damn good Midshipman, because I'm not in the mood for..."

    "Sir, I too admit that I know something about the spy or his accomplice. While at the port we noticed a man, a strange man. He had a strange device with him which I and Nathan nicked away as he looked suspicious and was trying to hide himself. He also acted suspiciously by being really possessive of the object. He at the same time was quite afraid. The object's type was unknown but we found one message..." The short fella spoke up, at last. Carlson was beginning to wonder if he had a voice at all.


    Carlson's jaw dropped open.


    "You wanna repeat that son?"

    "The message was coded, so I couldn't get much out of it, but it said something about identity, so naturally when I heard there was a spy, I thought back to the guy. As Arc said, he looked pretty suspicious." Nathan backed up the shortstop.

    "If the spy is already here then why is it a problem that new people enter, especially since we're with such decorated commanders. So that's what you two were doing... interesting. But why would a spy on the station have a contact on earth? Perhaps we have also been infiltrated there." The pale one remarked, rather sardonically. Carlson tuned him out and focused back on the two curious cats.

    "If you saw this man again, would you be able to recognize him?"

    "Sir, I got in touch with the duty officer..." the Marine guard said.

    "Not now Marine."

    "But sir, Commander Littlefield was there, at the ready room, at fleet headquarters Command. He said he needs you there ASAP, you and your new "boots", sir. S'what he called them. Said it was urgent, a surprise, that there were some special people there for you all to meet, or something like that."


    Carlson sighed.


    "Does that mean we can get through then?"

    "Yes sir, we'll have a Centipede transport you there." The Marine said and waved them through the roadblock he was opening up.



    After a short bit of waiting the Centipede sped by and stopped to pick up the detail; it was a long and thin magnetic levitation trolley. The group boards it and speeds off at amazing speeds for the headquarters command building.

    "I knew that you apes would embarrass me today, if the Admiral of the fleet sees some of you mutts with your beards and sloppy dress code, and I get my ass chewed out, you will be going for a run around the entire circumference of this space station wearing combat gear. I promise you." Pappy growled.

    The centipede begins to slow down as it approaches the Headquarters building, it seems as large as the Capitol building of Washington D.C. on Earth. Pappy whistled.

    "They sure can build big in one sixth Earth gravity can't they? Make the skyscrapers of Manhattan look like saplings, heh heh."


    The group are escorted inside by armed guards, as much for your protection as anyone else's, even though one of you appear to be armed for some reason. At a large lobby area a handsomely dressed and gregarious looking officer waved at Carlson and hollered.

    "Well hell Claw, I was beginning to think that you would never show up."

    "Somebody had the bright idea of keeping me and my newbs held up like common criminals. Can I thank you for that?"

    The cheerful officer held up his hands in a show of innocence but was still smiling large enough to show all of his front teeth. His dimpled smile was contagious, you almost want to join him for no reason at all.

    "That was out of my hands Carlson, I'm not in charge of Operations on the station anymore, I got bumped to a different command."

    "What?"

    "Yup, you did too, and so did your new guys, effective today, direct from headquarters. Forgive my manners, hello Master Chief, I believe we've met once before. Hello gentlemen, and lady," the officer said and addressed the group.

    "My name is Lieutenant Commander Littlefield. I was the Operations officer of the station today, that's been changed though. We should really continue this discussion somewhere else." Littlefield said and began to walk off, he looks back to make sure that you're following him. Carlson is already familiar enough with the station to know that they're being taken to the mission planning room. When you arrive it is dimly lit, and just like in the old spy movies, you expect to be strapped down in a chair and interrogated. A few uniformed men are there with odd equipment that they are waving around like wands. A few men are standing ominously at the back of the room, it's too dark to see them, but they are watching the group as they enter.

    "Please take a seat." He said and looked around the room.

    "Thank you, that will be all." He said to the guards, dismissing them. After they were gone the technicians with the wands were done playing wizard.

    "Sir, the room is clean."

    "Good work Technical officer, I'll need you and your men to leave the room as well." He said and dismissed them with a curt nod of approval. One the double hatches to the room were secure he seemed to breath in relief.

    "The room was bugged earlier; the war room was too, and the ready rooms. Hell, I heard they even bugged one of the galleys, can't imagine why. If you haven't already heard, the Aerospace Force positively identified an espionage agent from the Martian Hegemony. We suspect that he arrived at Headquarters in the hopes of learning everything that he could about the UESS Athena, our little black project.

    "She's an Achilles class Cruiser that's been retrofitted with some state of the art...toys. Now that Martian spy wants the secrets of the Achilles, and he wants off this station. We've been very lucky thus far, we have a double agent working for us that's assured us he was still on this station and attempting to get close to the Athena. We set up the security checkpoints in the hopes of catching him as he tried to leave the station."

    "Now we have a change in plans; we're gonna give that Martian S-O-B just what he wants so that he can run and report to his superiors. The only thing that Headquarters wants more than catching one spy is catching an entire network of them. Apparently the Martians have a base at the asteroid belt, which is outside of either Earth's or Martian jurisdiction. It will be very tricky, most of the belt Commonwealth parties will allow a cruiser in their space for short amounts of time, but they will not participate in our operation and should know as little about this as possible."

    "Once we have identified the station we can neutralize them, hopefully bloodlessly. The Martian Hegemony won't even be able to formally protest, they'll deny any knowledge of them and say that they were a rougue cell or something. Meanwhile we'll have them back on Earth in a holding cell telling us all about how their Caesar class battle cruisers work." Littlefield smugly smiled and put his hands on his hips.

    Carlson shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

    "I don't know if this is a good time for this, but here it goes. I have two midshipmen here who think they might have spotted someone suspicious at the Aerospace Port. He had some interesting gear on him, and some kind of encryption software."

    "Those two." A familiar voice said. A figure came out of the shadows, it was the mysterious dark haired man at the aerospace port.

    "Those two knuckleheads almost blew my damn cover!"

    "Easy there Patty. Lieutenant Patterson here is our Intelligence Officer. He's very good at what he does, even if he forgets his manners. He's been on the trail of the Martian spy for some time. He's been organizing a disinformation strategy in conjunction with our double agent."

    "The damn spy was seen at dock too, snooping around the Athena. We've managed to give him a bunch of bogus data, bogus ship plans, bogus fleet statistics. We even managed to set him up for a trap. He hasn't been able to get anywhere near the ship so far, but because we told him, he's convinced that he will have a chance to once he meets with her at Ceres in the belt. That's where you all come in. We need ranking officers with the proper clearance, but officers new enough to the fleet where they won't be easily recognized." Patterson explained.

    "You won't be going to the belt yet though, you'll be going to Jupiter. At Europa you will be making a rendezvous with a contact of ours, code name 'Star Wolf'. He's got a civilian transport and will be taking you to Ceres. Once there, you will be on your own..." Littlefield was putting on a serious face, but you could tell that another smile was coming.

    "Like hell, sir. These are my kids, I'll be going with them." Pappy snorted, his arms folded.

    "Master Chief, you're too well known and well decorated to go running around asteroids will guys half your age."

    "With all due respect sir, **** no. I'm not leaving my kids anywhere alone. I'm in charge of them, I've lost too many young men and women in the past due to inept supervision and crappy planning. I'm not leaving them in fate's chance, she's a stone cold bitch. I'm going with them."

    Littlefield sighed.

    "I was afraid you might say that. Well, we'll just have to give you a cover. You're a retired veteran on vacation, and they are your...I dunno, we'll think of something. Report to the receiving post, they'll handle your paperwork, assign you clothes, a room to sleep in, all that good stuff. Tomorrow at oh-eight hundred is your hypnotic mission briefing, remember to take notes...that was a joke. Anyway, I hope to see you all again soon, when you all see my smiling mug again we'll be on the Athena by then. Sleep well, tomorrow is a long day. Dismissed."

    The three remaining dark figures in the back seem to shift a little bit as you leave, they watched the entire thing in utter silence...







    Name: Nick “Little Man” Littlefield, LT. Commander, Operations Officer
    Sex: Male
    Age: 36

    Appearance: Littlefield is of average height and is slightly overweight, adding to his jovial appearance. He smiles often, showing large and well groomed teeth.

    Personality: Littlefield is always seen smiling and is generally in good humor, even if he has to force himself, by God. He is a devout Christian, and while not a Bible thumper, believes very strongly in emulating the example of his savior. Less interested in war and more excited about the other enterprises in space, Littlefield is a competent officer and because he is easy going, is a very approachable personality. Despite being a pacifist, Littlefield is patriotic about being a member of United Earth and is ready to fight to keep the peace.

    Background: Littlefield requested a duty station as close to Earth as possible to be near his family and was fortunate enough to work at Fleet headquarters. While having major responsibilities as station Operations officer at a somewhat lower rank than usual, he is slightly upset about his transfer to the Athena. He has managed to avoid the front lines of the struggle thus far, and while a bit apprehensive, he’s able to hide it well enough to fool all.



    Name: Jason "Patty" Patterson, LT. Intelligence Officer
    Sex: Male
    Age: 31

    Appearance: Jason is of medium height and with a muscular build. He has dark hair and is usually seen with an unshaven face and in typical civilian clothes. If he’s doing his job you hardly notice he’s there at all, he fails to stick out in anyone’s mind, by design.

    Personality: Jason is short-tempered, crass, and caustic. He has no time to fool around, he’s nearly been killed before due to poorly planned missions going to crap. His goal is to end his contract as an Intelligence Officer as soon as possible and get reassigned to some desk job somewhere on a paradise planet.

    Background: Jason comes from a family of police officers and was taught as a young boy to be disciplined and obey his authority figures. Jason has retained his discipline, but while willing to be an obedient trooper resents the politics behind his profession and has become jaded. If it wasn’t for all the phonies the job would almost be worth all the risks.
     
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    As the team shuffled out, Nathan walked over to Arc. "So we were going after our own team... I hope the LT's not too pissed with us..."
     
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    "Told you it made no sense for the spy to be the same one you went after," Austin said as they were leaving the room. He was happy to hear about their new assignment and see that they were going to be getting to work very shortly.
     
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    "Yeah, still, I guess it's better to be safe than sorry..." Nathan replied to Austin.
     
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    I left the briefing room with a frown. My first assignment would be closing the trap on a spy. It seemed a strange choice for a batch of fresh midshipmen. I had been hoping for an instant transfer to a fighter squadron, but I guess boots get what their given. It didn't feel right, whether this was because of my attitude towards Martians, or because of my awkward skill set completely unsuitable for this mission, I wasn't sure. It didn't matter.

    "Why don't they send that intelligence officer, or one of the other dozens lying around chief?" I asked Pappy, but didn't mind who answered.
     
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    "Why don't they send that intelligence officer, or one of the other dozens lying around chief?"
    Pappy seemed to have a lot on his mind so Nathan took his best guess. "With the spy in here, there's probably a whole lot of suspicion going around, I would say they've got everyone searching for any others... Of course, I could be wrong, but that's my best guess...
     
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    "With the spy in here, there's probably a whole lot of suspicion going around, I would say they've got everyone searching for any others... Of course, I could be wrong, but that's my best guess..."

    "Looks like we disappointing many of our fighter friends over here!" Arc muttered over to Nathan.
     
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    I kept silent on our way back to the Caterpillar, planning for the mission. We'll need to go over ship boarding tactics. I'd rather have a squad or two of Marines, but since we're going undercover it'll just be us. I glanced around at my comrades, of all of us probably only myself, Pappy and the "Elephant Hunter" will be useful in a firefight. Perhaps Trin, the rest looked like they didn't give much attention to BCT. But would it even come to that?

    I had nothing helpful to add to the idle chatter, preferring my own brooding of what could go wrong. Idle thoughts evaporated, there was a mission to be taken care of... and I'd have to wait a whole day before I knew anything else.

    I slipped a flask from my dress jacket and took a swig. Can't just worry about it.

    OCC: BCT=Basic Combat Training
     
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    Worried by the apparent lack of knowledge as to why we were chosen to embark on this venture, I idly withdrew my unloaded pistol and twirled it around my finger. This amused me as we walked, but then I thought of something that I could bring to the mission.

    "Hey guys, if things go tits up, any chance I can pilot us the hell outta there? If theres one thing I can do well- two things I can do well, one being the opposite sex, ha ha, sarcastic laugh, the other is fly," I grinned, "Put me at the helm of a fighter, transport, flying bathtub, and I will make it dance!"

    I blew a strand of my long hair out of my face, "Its one thing I can bring to this mission, and its the one thing which feels right for me. You guys ok with that?"
     
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    "Its one thing I can bring to this mission, and its the one thing which feels right for me. You guys ok with that?"

    "I'm fine with it, but I'd check in with Pappy and the LT just in case," said Nathan.
     
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    I gave him a **** eating grin, "Sure, but it depends on two things: Who's baby we're flying, and if you can beat me to the pilot's seat."
     
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    "O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won" - Walt Whitman


    "Why don't they send that intelligence officer, or one of the other dozens lying around chief?" One of the kids asked Pappy, the sloppy looking pretty boy.

    "Aw, quit your bitching Midshipman, you wanted to see the stars, you'll see some now. Get some sleep, tomorrow's a big day."

    ***

    At receiving you have to sign many "papers" (gossamer thin film with built in electronics, actual wood pulp paper is about obsolete), you get a bunch of shots from the medics, and you get assigned some gear (you can change out of your uncomfortable uniforms and into more casual flight suits) and a room to sleep in.

    The bunks are fairly comfortable, and with all the travel you are fairly tired. It's easy to sleep, the roar of the fusion reactors, heard almost everywhere on the station, seems to hum you to sleep.

    In the morning Pappy comes to get you early in the morning.


    "Yeah, I know that the briefing is at eight, but I'm not gonna wait until then to drag yer butts outta yer bunks. Now wakey wakey, quit playing with your snakey. Get your ****, shower, and shave. Put some fresh clothes on and meet me at the chow mall for morning chow. I want food in your belly."

    Morning chow is good but not superb, what else do you expect from chow hall food? At oh eight hundred you guys meet up in the briefing room and receive your hypnotic briefing, the details of the mission are uploaded into your brain.

    The team is to don civilian clothes, given civilian identification, a cover story, and tickets for a civilian transport liner on its way to Europa. Once there you are to meet with a contact code named "Star Wolf". He has a transport that will bring you to Ceres. 'Star Wolf' will assist the team in spotting the Martian spy. Once his trust is gained details about the rest of team and base of operations can be uncovered.

    After the briefing Lt. Commander Littlefield greets you with one of his wide smiles.

    "Good morning Aerospacemen, hope you all had a good morning. This is going to be a great day, I can tell. Anyway, the Skipper of the Athena has asked me to get you guys."

    Pappy perked up.

    "The Skipper? No kidding?"

    "It's okay Master Chief, you can relax. The Skipper is a real swell guy, you'll see. He's not too big on formality or any of that, you can be relaxed around him."


    Littlefield leads you back to Fleet HQ and at a conference room with a long metal table. There are four people seated at the table, two men, one woman, and one...robot? You can instantly tell that the man at the far end of the table is the Skipper by his demeanor.

    "Please, have a seat. My name is Commander Wilfong, I'm the acting Commanding Officer of the Athena." The man said. He was tall and well built, and hairy; he resembled some kind of half bear half human hybrid. Despite his beastlike aura, he was well mannered and cordial, he exuded confidence and power, a born leader.

    "This is Lieutenant Commander Zakharova, my XO," Commander Wilfong said pointing at the female. She was very pale, but not pallid or unattractive. She was quite lovely and had a field of intensity around her, like a ballerina about to leap. Her hair was short, she wore no makeup or earrings.

    "Good morning. If you all do your jobs you won't hear a peep from me, and if all is going well you won't even notice me on the ship. If something is wrong though, believe me, I'll know about it. I have ten eyes and twelve ears."

    "This is Master Chief Redding, my Command Master Chief." Commander Wilfong said and motioned towards a middle aged African American man with a stocky build and a thin mustache. He had a scar just above his eyebrow and one eye seemed to squint.

    "I prefer Chief of the Boat, even though the Athena isn't a boat. It's a tradition thing. Commander Wilfong may be the Commanding Officer of the Athena, but she is my ship, make no mistake of that. I've logged in more hours on that bucket of bolts than anyone else, there isn't an inch of her that hasn't got my blood, sweat, and tears on her. From the time I was just a snot nose little boot till now. I know the ship better than the engineers that designed her. You respect my ship and we'll get along just fine. Hooyah Master Chief." Master Chief said, directed at the group, except for the last greeting, intended for Pappy.

    "Grrrr." Pappy responded.

    "And last but not least we have a retired Chief Warrant Officer and very decorated war veteran with us. He'll be on the Athena for a bit serving as a civilian expert and advisor. Ladies and gentleman, please say hello to mister Adamski."

    "Gunner, please." The robot said.

    "Before you say anything, I know I look like ****. Just know that I'm as human as you are. Let's just say that I've seen my share of combat and on my last tour got blasted to nuthin'. When the Corpsmen medics found me there wasn't much of me left except for a heart, a brain, and a few other private bits that ain't none of your business. Carry on." The rob---cyborg said and crossed his arms.

    "I've been looking very forward to meeting each of you, I read the reports on each of the service members that come on my ship, with gusto. I know a little bit about each of you.

    "Mister Jacobs. You are no stranger to space travel and seem to be a bit of a reckless one at that. You’re prior enlisted and have combat experience. It would honor me if you would continue the fine tradition of ground pounding along with the Aerospace Marines of my ship. The platoon could use another officer, I’m sure that they would love to have you on their side. You will be assigned to one of our reconaissance teams, title: Recon Team Leader.”

    “Mr. Rainer. You seem to have a penchant for intelligence gathering. I want you on board with my Intelligence department. I’m sure that the Intelligence Officer would love to take you under his wing and add another agent to the team. Intelligence is vital. Your official title: Intelligence analyst."

    “Ms. Trinery. I know that you also have experience in spaceflight. I know about what happened to your family, damn shame, those Marauders will all have what’s coming to them one day. I know that you have revenge on the mind, just be patient, I can promise you that you’ll get your chance to kill plenty of them. You may have an aptitude for navigation, I would like you to be my woman on the navigation deck. Title: Navigation officer.”

    “Mr. Brown. You are a poster boy image of a clean cut officer. I know that as a boy you have dreamed of space travel, and now I’ll put you at the head of all mission planning and organization. Title: Operations Liason."

    “Mr. Astero. Everything in your profile indicates a very intelligent and talented young man who lacks confidence and prefers to stay out of combat. I wouldn’t dare waste your talents, because you love computers so much I want you at the Quantum Computer Core learning the ins and outs of our ship computer. Title: Technology officer."

    “Mr. Carter. You have gained my attention, but that is not always a good thing. I know that you have a reputation as a lady-killer and a father who was an Aerospace Officer. Just know that there are no number of strings your father can pull to save your ass when the poop hits the fan. It will be these people in this room who will save you, Now I know that you love to fly, so if you can manage to keep your joystick in your pants, I will put you in the cockpit of the aerospace shuttle or fighter of your choice...when the time times. Title: aerospace craft pilot.”

    “Now I have someone else for you all to meet, he’s a bit shy, but he got here about the same time as you all and has been dying to meet you all. Please say hello to Mr...”

    Name: Pvt. Jerrome Russel-Leon Sarklin
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male
    Home town: Dunon
    Height: 5'10"
    Weight:65 KG
    Appearance/Apparel: usually dressed in his army fatigues out of practicality rather than loyalty. The basic grays of Private with unkempt curly hair and gray eyes along with his weight make him look gaunt at the best of times. No army man


    Personality: Jerrome is cautious now that he is on his own, on first impression people take him to be a nervous child lost is a big scary world; but is really a genius in his own right. he finds peace in tinkering and upgrading his ship with his own inventions, and is just as happy repairing the damage to other systems that his 'upgrades' may inadvertently cause.

    Background: from the Earth owned mining asteroid of Dunon Jerrome joined the military at 16 to escape from the prospect of working the mining machines. He trained as a pilot for 3 years and excelled. The military soon discovered his ability with electronics and mechanics - and considering he wasn’t doing so well with the other army brutes - he was moved into a research and tactics facility.


    “Mr. Russell here is no stranger to space, hard work, and getting his hands dirty. He would honor me if he would join the engineering department, get on those fusion reactors and see if you can’t squeeze some more Joules out of the power plants. Title: Engineering officer.”

    “Now I won’t be with you on Europa, but I will meet up with you at some point after we meet at Ceres. Never forget that as of now you are all officers of my ship, you represent me, and you will never be anything more or less than a member of my crew. You will not be left behind or forgotten, I wouldn’t ask any less of myself under the same circumstances. Now report back to the station‘s hub, you all have your orders, you have a civilian liner to catch; Godspeed. Dismissed.”
     
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    "So if you can manage to keep your joystick in your pants"

    At this I stopped gazing suggestively at the pretty Commander Zahkrovea, or whatever her name was.

    "Aerospace craft pilot.”

    Those words caused my heart to soar with joy. I glanced delightedly at whoevers eyes I could find, I was ecstatic. After we were dismissed, as soon as I was outta sight I leapt in the air and whooped with joy.

    "MOTHER FUDGING PILOT!!!!!!!! YEAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!"

    I added a little dance to my boisterously loud words. Grinning I reminded myself to thank Wilfong later. I spun around and winked at Trin, "So, its your job to make sure that floating metal boat doesn't get lost, any chance you could toss that expertise my way some time, brilliant pilot as I am, I have a terrible memory for directions."

    I then turned to JJ, "Mate! Recon team leader! Brilliant, leadership role already! Thats nothing to sniff at."

    I then gave Nathan a slap on the shoulder, "Looks like you call the shots now! In charge of mission planning? Just plan to put me and my gunship in front of hoards of pirates, throw in a hot space chick or two, and we'll get along famously!"

    I gave him a mock salute, then just looked up and smiled.
     
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    As soon as I heard the words 'ground pounder', I knew what was coming. And I was mad as hell. I managed to keep it all bottled up while giving the commander a crisp salute and a steady stride, until we left the room. Then, while David was yelling his celebration into the air, I turned to the wall beside us, kicking as hard as I could.

    Instead of shattering my leg and sentencing me to a seated position, ideally a pilot's seat, the wall bent and absorbed my blow. It sprang me back as it regained it's shape, not a scratch or mar on it. "Fudging memory-steel," I muttered.

    Behind me, David cried at my turned back, "Mate! Recon team leader! Brilliant, leadership role already! Thats nothing to sniff at."

    I sighed. Well, it beats scrubbing muck from the teeth of gears... I shuddered, remembering my first duty as an airman. For weeks and weeks I was covered in the sludge, no matter how strong of a chemical remover I used. If it weren't for my choice in hygiene, I probably would've caught the nick-name "Blackface".

    Damn space monkeys...

    But, I took a deep breath, and relaxed. Turning back to the group, I tried to put a smile on and said, "Well hey, congrats everyone. Did we all get what we were aiming for?"
     
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    “Mr. Brown. You are a poster boy image of a clean cut officer. I know that as a boy you have dreamed of space travel, and now I’ll put you at the head of all mission planning and organization. Title: Operations Liason."

    Nathan couldn't help but let out a stupid grin... This couldn't be getting any better!

    "Looks like you call the shots now! In charge of mission planning? Just plan to put me and my gunship in front of hoards of pirates, throw in a hot space chick or two, and we'll get along famously!"

    "Don't worry, as pilot, you'll be getting plenty of action. I'll try to give you as much as possible in the missions!"

    Nathan walked over to the new guy and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Nathan Brown, and, apparently, mission planner now. Don't worry, you'll fit in pretty soon."
     
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    "Hi, I'm Nathan Brown, and, apparently, mission planner now. Don't worry, you'll fit in pretty soon."

    "Hi, Jerrome, engineering " he replied and shook Nathans hand, then let go quickly. "and yeah, i hope so" Jerrome replied to Nathans multi-pronged introduction. Jerrome didnt really feel like continuing the conversation but considering he would be spending months with these blokes thought it better to.

    "so mission planner huh? pleased?"
     
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    "so mission planner huh? pleased?"

    "I couldn't have asked for anything better... how about you? Engineering, I've never been able to figure that sort of stuff out, small devices, sure, but huge ships? No way!" replied Nathan.
     
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