This story is told from the perspective of a United Trans-System States Central Intelligence Agency operative working in the Ariadne sector. I'm a n00b at writing stuff like this.
Matthias glanced out the porthole of the small shuttle at the tiny blue-green orb that was Harvest. It was in the central region of the Ariadne Arm, their center of trade, military, and wealth. One of the few places left he could feel safe from the Kharaa on this insane op. Matthias has spoken to General Andrew Hatcher, the Man himself. It was unusual to be called in on Army business, but the good General had influence in areas far, far from the UTSS Marine Corps. affairs. Now, thanks to the work he'd done in the past and a gross overestimation of his abilities, Matthias was being sent to his certain death at either the hands of the T.S.A. Frontiersmen or the Kharaa. Suddenly the automated announcement system of the unmanned shuttle chimed in "Attention all passengers. We are nearing the Harvest pre-dock security station. Please have all of your carry-on luggage ready for post-flight inspection. Thank you, and have a good day." This wouldn't be a problem, the UTSS CIA had always been good at covering its operatives' tracks. He was Matthew C. Hunter, concerned family member moving out to join the rest of his family in the ill-fated Ariadne Arm. Right. And Matthias was on a civilian flight from Earth, too. That meant on-site procurement - probably one of the T.S.A.'s LMGs, but he'd see if he could get something bigger. He rarely had a chance to use any firearms, but he knew for this op he'd have to. He was supposed to infiltrate a squad of Frontiermen, acquire a sample of the Kharaa bacterium for the R&D boys, and then take it back through around 200 security checkpoints specifically designed to stop the rapid proliferation of the Kharaa. He didn't question his orders, you learned that lesson as soon as you signed on (or were kidnapped on) with the UTSS CIA. Matthais looked around him. Next to him was an empty seat, across the aisle sat a man in an expensive suit, his eyes twitching as he read the headlines through his prohibitively expensive neural implant. He'd probably end up lying in an alley somewhere, his chip and head missing. Crime was a major problem in the Ariadne Arm - the T.S.A. had tried hard to channel the flow of information and misinformation, but the truth about the spread of the Kharaa had gotten out, and the people hadn't united. They'd rebelled - with the quarantine of the entire Arm, unemployment was at record highs, and the sense of impending doom didn't do much for the morale around here. Matthias could hear a baby crying behind him, and a mother trying to calm it down... He couldn't help but feel a little guilty; what exactly was the UTSS going to use the bacterium for? He set his laptop and bag on the aisle seat next to him for the infestation scan robot and rested his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he'd been doing that for too long in cryo on the main vessel. The UTSS was going to use the bacterium as a weapon. They could strike without firing a shot, and no one would ever blame the UTSS, the upholders of justice as the media networks depicted them. That was Matthias's theory, anyways. Yes, he definitely felt a little guilt about what he was going to do. But only a little.
Please tell me if I should continue, maybe suggestions about style. I know this post is boring, but soon enough we'll see some dialouge and action.
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The above post is the result of sleep deprivation and something known as "teh awesumsawce."