Another short one, i think i just find the style I like so hopefully I'll get in the mood to write more if I break the story down into short (very short) chapters, there might be a long one here and there, also if you're thinking the P.O.V sucks or you don't mind it just stick with it.
To improve is to change; to be prefect is to change often
Winston Churhill
so without further ado Chapter 00.2
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“So…this sucks" mumbled man floating in zero gravity knowing his situation was of his own making
Private Gil Berkly was volunteered for the New Horizons Defense Militia by his overbearing military career father. The uniform attracted the ladies that loved it meanwhile he had one of the most extensive gym memberships on New Horizons with the Militia’s Daily PT and a ball busting Drill Sergeant that loved abusing her power and position to run every recruit into the ground on the first day, and then the week after that …and the next one.
Everything changed when an unknown huge ass spacecraft decided to suddenly appear in orbit around New Horizons allowing everyone on New Horizons to simply look up and see that they were not alone.
Of course people panicked, others rioted, some even started worshiping the dam thing. Gil would have gladly joined them had it not been for his Father once again with his military connections knowing the mission organizer personally enough to almost get away with fingering his wife. Gil Berkly was the first name called and was the first one to plant his boots inside the unknown vessel well until the gravity shut off and what atmosphere that wasn’t toxic was pumped out leaving the Recon Team in a near vacuum.
“Gil cheer up it could be worse” spoke up one of the few people Gil could considered a friend
“yea..well not all of us have zero gravity training or a mobility pack Max” complained Gil as Max floated by him using his pack to propel him in his desired direction. Max spun slowly to face Gil as he floated away
“you’d think your daddy would at least get you the standard gear after signing your ass up”
Gil said nothing in return and continued on his very slow collision course with the hanger’s wall
The sad truth with the New Horizons militia was that all the equipment was bought either second hand or was brought in by the volunteers for personal use. Part of the reason why Gil was even considered for this mission was his ownership of a pressure suit, even it being just the basics was enough for him to be considered fortunate as the suit also doubled as a bullet proof hazmat and diving suit few officers even had them.
Gil continued on his course and neared the wall
“Max you mind stopping me?” asked Gil defeated
Suddenly a hand grabbed his harness strip on his back and slowed him down until he simply floated in position. The hand released him and moved to his shoulder and spun him around
“Aahh finally cutting it close you sum bitch why didn't you stop me earlier” Complained Gil as he came to face his friend..or so he thought.
The figure in front of him was not his friend but a Tactical Environment Compensator Suit's reflective visor. Typically used by Core System military forces Gil had only seen a T.E.C in old pictures his old man dam borderline prayed to.
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Gil knew instantly this wasn't his friend and further proof was the mountains protruding from the figures chest. Somewhere in Gil’s mind something just clicked.
“well…hello there, come here often?”
Gil mentally handed him self an ass kicking ‘come here often who the hell says that any more? and on an alien spaceship no less gggaahhhhh I'm a dumbass’
The woman didn't speak didn't move just from Gil’s point of view stared at his coldly until he noticed in the woman’s other hand that didn't assist him was a black harness with propulsion units attached.
“thanks beautifu WOOF”
The women shoved Gil with enough force to propel him back into the wall and bounce back into the harness the floated at chest level waiting for him while the women walked away.
(yes walked keep reading)
Gil collided harmlessly into the harness and scrambled to get it on in time before he hit anything else. As he did he floated past the T.E.C wearing woman who was walking back to the WarBird where several other T.E.Cs stood firmly to the deck. Gil got into his new harness with little issues and carefully propelled himself to the mission’s commanding officer which was surrounded by the other members of the recon team which were beside or floating around him as they eyeballed Gil and the woman and other T.E.C’s making their way to the group
“you done dicking around yet Berkly?” questioned the Sergeant sparking some laughter and chuckles among the Militia members
Gil didn't respond he just shrugged and moved next to Max in the loose formation
“So as some of you ladies may have noticed we are not alone on this one these up standing fellows are part of the Carmichael Investment group and”
“We paying your salaries and this whole little incursion” spoke up one of the T.E.Cs now they were finally with in shouting distance. Gil rotated to face the T.E.Cs advancing only one had the reflective visor deactivated allowing Gil to see the wearer.
Everyone knew who he was you’d have to live under a rock, No not even that you would have to be blind, deaf and stupid (Mentally Different [Handicapped] {not sure what you guys prefer}). he was...
“howdy everyone I’m Travis Carmichael”
there were a few grunts
some nods
minimal hellos
one guy even said howdy back
“tough crowd…anyhow sergeant i do believe i just interrupted you if you will” said Travis as he gestured back to Gil and the militia. The Sergeant grunted.
“Alright as I was saying”
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Hopefully I'll catch any grammar mistakes if not...well I'm only human and this is my first time actually posting a story so...might be me being nervous...who knows O.o?
P.s yea still not long enough for a full number