As you start to feel the dizziness leave your head, you manage to look around and actually see what’s there surrounding you. You’re still in the Waking room, the circular room where all the tubes are gathered by the A.I. to be woken up in batches.
As you watch, you see the other fifteen people of your batch, as they slowly begin to rise from the clutches of the Hyper-Sleep. Among them you spot a solitary figure, already covered in her tight yellow suit with black stripes. Just like a wasp. And just like that bug the woman start buzzing around you, checking the automated scans of your body and your reflex, until you finally manage to close your hand around one of her wrist, stopping her.
“What…What’s…”
You may be awake but your body still need some time to adjust. The woman smiles at you as she frees her wrist from your clutch and turn toward you.
“What’s going on? Well, Chief, seems that the A.I. has woken up all of the high ranking officers. I don’t know yet the reason but it’s no cause for an alarm.
Take your time and wake up for good. Then, we will talk.”
You simply grunt affirmatively as you slowly, push yourself to stand on muscles that have been asleep for the past thirty years. Your gaze cannot leave the figure of the woman, the True Captain of the Vessel, Miranda Goddard. You’ve always found her annoying with her constant cheerfulness but, even you had to admit she was one of the best in maneuvering a freighter of that tonnage.
Shaking your head to clear out the remaining dizziness you manage to stand up and, almost immediately, you begin exercising, doing stretches, sit ups and push-ups. The pain is excruciating, your muscles not yet properly ready for this kind of stress but, you endure it.
Feeling the pain as a long lost friend as you do your routine to be ready for anything in a matter of minutes.
Almost an hour later you’re getting out of the shower, your toned body glistening with the cold water you have used to wash you clean. As you dress yourself with your officer suit you feel pride and shame at the same time. As you dress you can’t stop remembering the time when you were a Colonial Marine.
Sure you knew you were harsh toward your soldiers but, after your training all of them were perfect killing machines.
Of course, you thought, there could have been a couple of deaths during the training but, to have the best you had to take out the weak, hadn’t you?
Still, you were dismissed from the army. With no official note of demerit but, everyone in there knew the truth.
As you buttoned up the last of the buttons on the front of your suit you hear…
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