Snippet #1149920

Josh sat up in the cryo tube his head pounding. There were noises all around him, he took a moment to survey his surrounding’s. He sat in what looked like a standard cryo room, like you could find on any ship in the fleet. Yet it was different more streamlined, more advanced, or maybe it was the flashing red emergency lights and loud computer voice telling him and the others in the room to report to their duty station’s. There were at least thirty other men in the room all moving from there cryo tube’s to the equipment locker’s on the other side of the room. “Get your ass out of the tube private!” yelled a older man with slightly graying hair. He was in uniform and the rank on his collar said he was a sergeant. Josh hopped out of the tube throwing a salute and yelled “Yes sir sergeant.”

Josh looked down at himself he wore white boxer’s and a white t-shirt. “I said move your ass private,” yelled the sergeant. “Yes sir” said Josh, damn I can hear him over the sirens and everything else. Josh made his way over to a locker and opened it. Inside was a 13mm rail-pistol, 34-inch blade, sheath, gun holster, and army uniform with a private insignia, as well as a HandComp. He quickly dressed and armed himself. “Where are we suppose to go” he asked another soldier next to him? “Check your Comp” said the soldier. Activating his comp and inputting his registration number pulled up his current assignment. It read that he was assigned to security detail along with five others to the secondary bridge.

Near the door to the hallway was the same sergeant who had yelled at him earlier. “Everyone on guard detail on the secondary bridge with me!” “Shit” Josh muttered under his breath. He and four other privates went to the sergeant. “Let’s get moving people.” Josh and the others made there way into the hallway, and following the sergeant who was looking at his Comp for directions went towered the secondary bridge. As they neared the door the sergeant said “when we get in there you all form a line behind me while I report to the commanding officer you stay that way until we receive our orders if no orders are forthcoming take up guard positions understood.” “Yes sir” we all said in unison.

We moved through the door and formed a line behind the sergeant, Josh studied the people in the room. There was a man in the caption’s chair with a lieutenant seconded grade fleet rank which made him the highest officer in the room, there was a blond man at the anti-ship station who was dressed like a civ, a man in a fleet airman uniform manned the fighter control station, and a girl was at the engineering station. The sergeant snapped a smart salute to the lieutenant in the caption’s chair with us following him a second later. “Sir bridge security detail reporting for duty sir” said the sergeant “orders sir!”