its back... and hopefully less bad Genesis Chapter 1
"Why are you going Jack?"
"Cuz I gotta"
"But why? Don't tell me you believe that propaganda bullcrap. You know better. The war is not
going as well as they say on the vids"
"Common Jimmy, I have to go, It's my duty. Besides.. Maybe I can see my father again sometime."
"Jack don't be a goddam dumass, you will never see your father. He's a general, and if you volunteer you'll just be a piece of crap recruit. Don't kill yourself just because you feel that you have to carry your families military history!"
"I gotta man, I'm sorry" tears were beginning to well up in his eyes
"Fine. Just leave your mother and sister behind on earth, it's not like they have feelings you ****. You never could be a friend, you just wanted to be left alone. You know what, I hope
"Don't say th...."
Jimmy clicked a button on the wall and the door to shuttlepod closed shut quickly, leaving Jack with a horrible feeling in his throat, near tears and staring at the steel, empty door in front of him.
Jack hadnt worked as a standard security guard on corporate sites for too long before the TSA took an interest. He began his guard duty at the age of 21 and continued on to a career in the TSA at 25. But after he made a name for himself in a rival corporate attack by viciously defending an outpost by himself, and killing 4 others in the process he was quickly added to the TSA roster. Jack was not a maverick, a skilled warrior or a cunning intelect..just a regular recruit.Battlestation Titus a distant fortified TSA post in deep space
"Jack get your **** over here, your late for your routine already."
Jack woke with a start in the bunker smashing his head into the top bunk while his Sargent was yelling something about demerits.
"**** SARGE! cant you wake me with a little more finess"
Sargent Akins, or "Sarge" as he was called, was a fair man to his young recruits, but he was known for being a hardass and throwing around his authority for fun.
"quit your *itching jar head and get over to your squad at the cafeteria"
"right o sarge" jack replied while flinging himself from his tiny bunk. Jack had expected his sargent to wake him an hour early just for kicks so he had dressed appropietly before going to sleep the previous night, knowing he wouldnt have to dress while taking verbal abuse the next morning.
Jack promptly began his morning stretches in his bunk area to look commited in front of the TSA camera swiveling around in the corner. When he was finished with the routine he walked up and pulled a black box from his bunk chest and quickly dissapeared off to the side of his bunk out of the cameras view.
a silent "pssshhht" noise appeared when the injection needle he took from the box drove into his arm, he could feel his bodys bloodflow throbbing through him, pounding in his head. The enhancers were not easy to come by, being highly illegal, but Jack knew that when he came face to face with a Kaharra like his brother had, he would be able to smash its damn head in simply with the butt of his rifle.
The trip to the cafeteria hadnt taken too long, just a short walk though several security checkpoints and a long highway with black one way seeing glass. He knew he was always being watched, but he also knew it wasnt the TSA. His brother had told him about some strange feeling that he was being watched also, Jack wondered if the others in his squad felt the same way.
As jack breezed though the cafeteria door, he heard a familar voice,"Sup Jack" said ambroise drearily. Ambroise is 6 ft tall muscular black man with a deep voice. Ambroise's tired appearance showed that he was obviosly unprepared for Sarges "constructive management" this morning. A couple of other recruits nodded in greeting including a spikey haired guy,thusly named spike, and a smaller more vicious looking short guy with tatooes all over his arms named Adam sitting next to him.
Jack noded back to everyone, still lost in thought about his brother. His train of thought was soon lost when Sarah, the only female in his squad walked in, Jack noticed she was always had a sad look in her eyes, but he could never figure out why, nor did he particularly want to as although she was attractive, he figured any sort of relationship was futile as there was also a 50% fatality rate in the average TSA mission. At least he had heard it was 50% from the official TSA news, it was probably more...
Suddently a confident voice popped up from the background, alerting everyone to its presence. It was Lieutenant Jones the current authority for the base, since all the previous commanders had mysteriously dissapeared on training missions on nearby "safe" planets. Unlike most of the recruits Jack trusted Jones, knowing him in his old corporate guard days.First Blood
"Ok guys, your little vacation is over, we have initiated a new string of missions near the planet Zeta. Most of you will participate in the upcoming missions so stay frosty. For now each of you should be recieving a new briefing message on your arm computer, your WILL go to your respective room where a officer will debrief you....any questions?"
"good now move your overfed A**es to your briefing room." With this lieutenant Jones turned and strode out of the room.
Several if the recruits looked tense and uncertain whether to move, some looked just damn scared when they finished looking over their pre-brief mission data. Jack guessed that although many had combat experiance, none had been issued missions as severe as this, most of them were probably spirited desk jockeys and rent-a-cops. However they slowly began to file out of the cafeteria.
Jack, not caring much about pre-briefs skipped his arm reading and simply glanced over to his squad saying "guess we should get moving eh?" in a solemm way. After a few groans the entire group began moving to their briefing room.
In the black windowed hallway Jack boldly asked out loud to his teamates, "hey you guys know whos watching us anyway?" None of them replied or even acknowledge his comment. Jack felt pretty errie and pretty stupid for blurting out something that could possible end his career, maybe his squadmates would tell him something later?
After setteling into their seats Jacks squad began idle talk before Lieutenant Jones and Sarge strode into the room.
"Gentlemen" Sarge begins "I am giving you grunts the Honor of listening to Lieutenant Jones, I SUGGEST you give him your full attention, Lieutenant Jones?"
"Thank you Sargent, well, as you all know, for first time TSA recruits the CO gives the briefing, well I'm him I guess, so listen up cus' I'm going to cut most of the crap out of these normally tedious briefings and get straight to the mission."
"Oh, I've forgotten to tell you, although most of the men in this base are only recruits you have been selected as the cream, feel lucky that you have the best squadmates to cover your back and know that as the cream we will be sending you to hell whenever we deem it necessary. Your new call sign is Fox Squadron."
"As of 4 days ago, one of our sub bases, L15, has been rotating around the planet Zeta but has failed to establish any human contact with us as of yet. However its AI has continued to communicate with us by transmiting data and film of what went wrong onboard."
Jack was amazed as the entire room darkened and a projector screen displayed the scene from a security camara.
3 Men were crounching and holding their sides huddled around a corner, one of the men had a pistol, the others were unarmed. Jack leaned forward and noticed that all 3 were freezing to death.
One of the men was rocking back and forth, humming/mumbling incoherently, the other two were crying with their tears frozen to their cheeks. Suddenly a scream from some unknown location, blood splatters on the floor in the corner of the cameras field of vision, and the 3 men start freaking out. A brown creature with spiked feet blurs onto the screen and charges out from the blood splatter side, running like a bat out of hell towards the 3 men.
For some reason the Screen goes blank but everything is still audible. Gunshots ring out and a man cries out in pain, then a unhuman screech is heard and a huge explosion occurs....then nothing but static silence.Preparations
The screen was stilled and Jones's voice sounds out, his distubance was freakishly unsetteling as Fox squad was still in shock from the video, they might have been good, but they hadnt been adapted to this kind of horror. It was strange how Jones could maintain his military disipline, and with it Jack found an even stronger respect for his commander.
"As you already should know and have guessed, the Kaharra have infested and overrun the station, that brown creature is known as a "skulk", dont underestamate their size, they are vicious devils." "why is he telling me this" Jack thought "it isant necessary, that damn thing slaughtered those civvies" for the first time in awhile Jack felt a tingle of fear.
Jones continued on,"Your objectives are to enter and establish a base, link into the system connecting to the AI and finally to eliminate the Kaharra presence. Also there might be what is referred to as a "Hive" inside the base, no doubt you already know about this as you have read your pre-brief," "oh s**t" thought jack "be sure to remove it immediatly."
After saying this Jones paused for a while contimplating something and finally saying, "although I'm not supposed to be saying this, if you fail to eliminate the Kaharra, Sargent Akins will have a nuclear device in his pack. I am telling you this in the trust that you will use it appropietly and not out of cowardice."
Back in the bunker
What was interesting about Jacks bunker was the fact that it connected to its own hanger, Fox squad was totally isolated from others per TSA pre-battle regulations, the only thing to do in the bunker was to wait.
Jack didnt like being confined for too long, he could tell by the look on most of the Fox member's faces that they felt the same. However, some, like Ambroise were having fun trying to impress others, Ambroise had donned his heavy armor and made a firing guesture with his modifide HMG. Jack heard Ambroise bragging about how he had created a bullet feeder from his backpack to his HMG so he never had to reload. Jack had a few tricks up his sleeve as well, he didnt feel very secure with his pump shottie so he smuggled aboard another identicle shottie that used slugs instead of buck-shot. Luckily he had made an agreement with Sarge about its use.
For the next hour he simply meditated and relaxed, trying to take his mind off his brother, women, conspiracies, and the fact that a bloodthirsty alien could rip his head from his shoulders with ease.
...........Half hour later.
A alarm rang and the huge bulkhead doors leading into their hanger opened. Jack heard one of the recruits ask Sarge "who will be the base commander for the mission?", Sarge gruffly replied that he would but from then on in the AI would handle it, Sarge wasnt a commader type of person, he would rather get back to fighting.
Walking down the catwalk bothered Jack some, he had a slight phobia of heights, guess he would have to learn to tolerate them.
Jack walked into the small military shuttle followed by the rest of fox squadron. He was beginning to feel nausious and began breathing excersices to calm himself down, but all he could chant inside his head was "i hope i dont die......i hope i dont die...." as the shuttle's doors closed.