02-25-2016, 03:15 AM
The inside of the ship was much like the ones that I had traveled in back in my home dimensions, complete with the UNSMC personnel inside left completely confused to find themselves somewhere else. The ships had originally been designed for space, but it seemed that "Omniphysics" had struck again. The same "rules" that made my shotgun just as powerful as some primitive screwhead's mace thought that something designed to fly shouldn't fly. I would deal with the accidentally pulled crew when I wasn't in the middle of saving someone's ass. I kept the run up until I ran into some people who actually looked like they knew what they were doing.
A set of troops stationed at their post looked on, guarded outside an important looking door. Three of them, in the iconic red armor of a space marine commando and their chainguns held tightly in their fists, along with a number of other weapons strapped to their bodies. They turned to me as I made a straight path towards the door behind with a slight hesitation in their step, perhaps unsure of who was that green armored man was.
"Hold it," I didn't stop, "non-authorized personnel aren't allowed past this point. Who are you, anyway?" I finally did stop, when I was barely ten feet away from the on at the front who took charge. They all gripped their chainguns tight, but I just gave a big smile.
"I'm First Sergeant Flynn Taggart of the USSMC" I reported and the three troopers balked in surprised, although it was a bit harder to tell with their helmets. Despite the fact that I had my rank stripped after my court martial, the name could still throw weight around with the marines.
And yes, I fully realize the irony about the helmets.
"You're Doomguy!" one of the guys in the back said, as if two puzzle pieces finally clicked together.
"Yep, that's me. Can I barrow that?" I pointed at the heavy assault rifle he had slung over his back. He tilted his head, but did hand it over and I put it across my own, where it mostly laid on the backpack. "What's behind the door, by the way?" I knew what was there, but I wanted to see if he would tell me the truth and snag a few things off his belt as he turned around to wordlessly confer with his colleagues.
"We can't tell you that" he said, a slight tone of apology in his voice and a shrug that said "this is above my pay grade"
"I get it, it's your job" I sympathized. Lord knows, three years working guard duty on Mars gave a me an appreciation for the lowly ground pounder. Although that did stop me from as I yanked a grapple gun from the second soldier's side. He gave a "hey!" and his fist gripped my shoulder in protest, but I shrugged him off "You don't need that.Either way, I need to get through
"Then we'll have to stop you"
"But can you?" Despite their appearance and weaponry, there was hesitation. They didn't seem to want to go toe to toe with me. In face, as the first two tried to think how they would get out of this situation, the third one who had remained silent at this point just simply pulled the keycard from his packet and slipped it through the reader without comment. The first two stared at the other soldier, and I just let out a quiet sigh that had sat in my lungs moments ago.
"See you on the other side then" I said aloud and walked into the teleporter room that had been hidden behind the blast doors.
It stood ominously in the room, seemly more ritualistic that scientific, bad experiences poked the back of my head. The central chamber was big enough to hold a single person comfortable and supported by the machinery around it, it looked like two monstrous hands wrapped around a cage. If you squinted. I couldn't help but think how much trouble this creation of the UAC had caused me back on Phobos, and now I was about to throw myself into one again. I gave a grunt as I punched the Nexus into the destination, that poke grew stronger as it told me I didn't have to do this. But I knew I would be just as unhappy if I let go, and I walked into the chamber.
I braced myself as I felt the unfortunately familiar experience as I was blinded by a flash of green light and I was hurled through the universe.
A set of troops stationed at their post looked on, guarded outside an important looking door. Three of them, in the iconic red armor of a space marine commando and their chainguns held tightly in their fists, along with a number of other weapons strapped to their bodies. They turned to me as I made a straight path towards the door behind with a slight hesitation in their step, perhaps unsure of who was that green armored man was.
"Hold it," I didn't stop, "non-authorized personnel aren't allowed past this point. Who are you, anyway?" I finally did stop, when I was barely ten feet away from the on at the front who took charge. They all gripped their chainguns tight, but I just gave a big smile.
"I'm First Sergeant Flynn Taggart of the USSMC" I reported and the three troopers balked in surprised, although it was a bit harder to tell with their helmets. Despite the fact that I had my rank stripped after my court martial, the name could still throw weight around with the marines.
And yes, I fully realize the irony about the helmets.
"You're Doomguy!" one of the guys in the back said, as if two puzzle pieces finally clicked together.
"Yep, that's me. Can I barrow that?" I pointed at the heavy assault rifle he had slung over his back. He tilted his head, but did hand it over and I put it across my own, where it mostly laid on the backpack. "What's behind the door, by the way?" I knew what was there, but I wanted to see if he would tell me the truth and snag a few things off his belt as he turned around to wordlessly confer with his colleagues.
"We can't tell you that" he said, a slight tone of apology in his voice and a shrug that said "this is above my pay grade"
"I get it, it's your job" I sympathized. Lord knows, three years working guard duty on Mars gave a me an appreciation for the lowly ground pounder. Although that did stop me from as I yanked a grapple gun from the second soldier's side. He gave a "hey!" and his fist gripped my shoulder in protest, but I shrugged him off "You don't need that.Either way, I need to get through
"Then we'll have to stop you"
"But can you?" Despite their appearance and weaponry, there was hesitation. They didn't seem to want to go toe to toe with me. In face, as the first two tried to think how they would get out of this situation, the third one who had remained silent at this point just simply pulled the keycard from his packet and slipped it through the reader without comment. The first two stared at the other soldier, and I just let out a quiet sigh that had sat in my lungs moments ago.
"See you on the other side then" I said aloud and walked into the teleporter room that had been hidden behind the blast doors.
It stood ominously in the room, seemly more ritualistic that scientific, bad experiences poked the back of my head. The central chamber was big enough to hold a single person comfortable and supported by the machinery around it, it looked like two monstrous hands wrapped around a cage. If you squinted. I couldn't help but think how much trouble this creation of the UAC had caused me back on Phobos, and now I was about to throw myself into one again. I gave a grunt as I punched the Nexus into the destination, that poke grew stronger as it told me I didn't have to do this. But I knew I would be just as unhappy if I let go, and I walked into the chamber.
I braced myself as I felt the unfortunately familiar experience as I was blinded by a flash of green light and I was hurled through the universe.
Quote:A brief detour to Waiting For Pirate Man
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