Snippet #1692448

“Kester, Miko, Barry, Lin, Scott, Tabby and Megan” Lock was flipping through the dog tags of his fallen squad. IT had been 3 long years, but he still look over them from time to time. He would say their name. Always in the order of their dog tag number. They were good soldier and great friends. Even the way they died was noble. Lock could ask no more from anyone. To die to save others.

The dog tags made the sound of jiggle bells as he places them softly back into his foot locker. The foot locker was filled with a random assortment of belongings. A violin, a tennis racket, a top hat, a chess board and a picture of Lock and his old squad. They were all he had to remember them by. The locker shut with a thud and then Lock secured it with a padlock.

Lock mobilises his large limbs as he pushes off his bed and walks to a finely crafted desk. He opens a draw to reveal a stack brown paper folders each around a stack of papers. He counts them. One, two, three. No four. Lock was told he would be in charge of four people. With a great displeasing sigh he is force to except that he won’t be able to read up on all the soldiers under his command. However he starts with the three that he has.

“Logan Sargan” Lock thinks to himself. As he mulls over the information in the files of his Executive Officer thoughts on the matter start to form“. Young for such a position. Medic is an odd choice for Executive Officer. Impressive treatment records. Ah, that explains why, quite an ability. Good bed side manner. Yet not exactly a man of the people. Next to zero experience. Worrying” Lock puts the file down and picks up the next file.

“Lenard Conner. Impressive running speed for such a load. What an awkward weapon choice. Not to mention a show off. Again limited experience“. Lock tossed the file with the last one and frowned as he realised a pattern emerging.

“Maen Raboc. Impressive marksmanship, in fact very impressive. Yet again little experience. Been a civilian far to long for my liking“. Lock placed the file down softly as he let the thoughts of these three men he now had to order around.

“It looks as if General Verturum has a wicked sense of humour. Giving me three men with little experience each with there own personal hang-ups. Still, there is much potential here” Lock put the files back the draw and locked the draw. He then walked over to the bed he had yet to sleep in. As he got into bed his last thought before his nap was “diamonds in the ruff”.