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Worry
Posted By: Angelus<angellus_1@hotmail.com>
Date: 20 June 2003, 4:30 PM
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Farsky was running, jogging, and "No! Got to be quicker!" he thought, he broke into a steady sprint, one he could hold for 2 and a half miles before his hands began to shake, or so he could in boot camp 3 years ago, he was well fit and ready for action, even at this late, or more realistically, super-early our. He looked at his watch, the bouncing was blurring the numbers but he could just make out 3:45am.
He passed few people on his way, mainly marines posted at various lab doors, these men looked young, he thought, it was a shame that they waste their lives on such a planet with nothing to do but stand all day. Well, thought Farsky, they'll get all the action they hoped they'd get when they joined if my theories are true.
Farsky arrived at the entrance to the Communications room; he paused, breathed in deep, wiped some stray hairs back from his forehead and tidied up his uniform. Before he entered he grabbed the Officer's Insignia on his shirt collar, apprehensively thinking back to the day he achieved it, his and the other marines training will have to all come back to them soon, he thought.
As Farsky ventured in, there were a few other officers in the room as well. Farsky looked around at the plain room, the only thing that struck him as obvious on it was at the back a giant 10 x 15 foot plasma communications screen, which at the moment had the Marine Commandant strong, masculine face on it shouting various commands at a helpless marine stationed in front of the screen. The room's walls were about four feet thick, layered with rubber, Acoustix, and Electromagnetic waves (more specifically, Microwaves), these Microwaves were rumoured to cause sterility and insanity, making most of the male officers extremely edgy in the room.
Farsky walked slowly toward an officer holding a clipboard and asked, "Are there any other Joint Chiefs available for a talk?" "Only the Marine commandant," the officer walked over to a desk near and picked a mouth speaker to clip on the ear," here clip this on and wait until the Commandant has finished off the Marine he's talking to."
"Thanks" replied Farsky, clipping on the speaker.
"IS THAT CLEAR!" shouted the Commandant at the poor marine.
"C...crystal...sir!" replied the helpless marine, and then jogged off.
"Commander Falke!" Farsky greeted the Commandant, saluting.
"At ease, Farsky, no formals needed, you're among friends, right?" Farsky thought back to the scared Marine.
"I guess, sir, I have a serious problem, or more logically, a theoretical problem, sir," said Farsky, worried again.
"Elaborate on it, Ross" replied the Commandant.
Farsky continued to explain his theory and his worries, the Commandant, though, seemed incredulous, even though he had checked the evidence given to him by Farsky.
"It all seems a bit far-fetched, don't you think, Farsky" said the Commandant indignantly.
Farsky became angry, a man in the Commandant's position should realise the danger this place was in from a terrorist Covenant group, with only a handful of Marines this place was defenceless, Farsky lost his cool.
"DAMNIT FALKE! DON'T YOU SEE WE ARE DEFENCELESS HERE!? UNLESS YOU BELIEVE ME AND SEND ANOTHER BATCH OF MARINES AND EXTRA MUNITIONS HERE THIS INSTALLATION AND ALL THE DATA IT HAS, PERSONNEL EVERYTHING WILL BE LOST ALONG WITH EVERYTHING WE KNOW OF THE COVENANT AND ANY CHANCE OF WINNING!" bawled Farsky.
This cacophony had caused all the officers in the room, to look towards Farsky, confused and worried, they began to gossip, this would be around the whole installation in minutes, "damn" thought Farsky.
"Farsky calm down, if you're that spooked about it maybe I should send a consignment of Marines to your place, how many do you need?" asked Falke.
"As many as you can spare," said Farsky, like it was an order.
"Okay, okay, let me see" Falke began to fiddle on his computer, " I can get 300 troops there in 5 hours, along with, whew you're lucky, 3 million rounds of ammunition," said Falke with a smile
"Should be enough, that is about 3 marines to every hallway minus a couple outside, yes, send them right now, Falke" Farsky ordered, even though he was outranked.
"Done, I'll get right on it, you are the highest ranking person on the site, yes?" asked Falke.
"Right," replied Farsky.
"Then I'll order all my troops to take orders from you, clear?" said Falke.
"Clear as the air itself, thanks Falke," replied Farsky his spirits lifting.
Farsky continued back to his Dormitory, forming his plan together to order all the Marines when they arrived. In his Dormitory, Farsky looked at the time on his digital watch again, 4:00am. He needed rest he hadn't slept in 48 hours. He set his watch for 8:00am so when he got up he'd have an hour to get ready for the marines, and get everyone else ready for this attack.
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