Post by Surge on Jan 7, 2021 2:13:34 GMT -6
The mothership of the Galactic Storm Fleet was brewing with tension. The loud footsteps came charging into the Sargent’s office which would be Surge. The thirty year old that was recently promoted and being tested by his high superiors. The soldier that was fuming by his ears had opened the door so quick that it made the picture frame near the door slight crooked.
“Sargent! I want a god damn reason why!”
The soldier had stepped forward, breaking the traditional protocol of a parade rest turned into a strong grapple of Surge’s collar.
“I want a fucking god damn answer as to why you didn’t send the reinforcements to back us up against the Gezmarknites invasion!”
Surge knew that this was coming and he only knew from the same experience that he was dealt with. The silence that happened right after didn’t help his case and the soldier being taken into custody by the two guards. Surge was quick to raise his arm upward towards the air and his hand in a cuff almost closed position.
“No, let him go. Take a seat private. Leave us.”
He gave a stern look to the other two soldiers that were slightly confused and they left immediately without seconding guessing it. The soldier who had just made a scene, was rather shocked at what was taking place. For sure he had thought in his mind that he was going to be disciplined for his actions with breaking protocol. Nevertheless he kept ye anger at the forefront of his mind and looked at the serious stern look that Surge gave him. He stood with a strong force and had his arms behind back.
As he made his superior demeanor noticed, he walked over to the picture on the wall from ten years back of him and his squad that had done their first mission together.
“Can I ask you something private? What made you join the force?”
The private was at a loss for words, the sudden change in topic was out of nowhere and just when he was going to say anything, Surge met his eyes with a curious stare that one would give when they wanted an answer. To further promote this, he grabbed the picture that was in a frame and placed it on his desk.
“I joined the force because my farmland was taken by the World Trade Fleet when I was only five years old. I wanted to make a difference in the galaxy so I joined the Galactic Storm Fleet...”
Surge looked at him with a stern and serious look and grabbing the picture frame and showing it to the rookie.
“Tell me something, from this picture, who do you notice?”
“I notice you and Lt Brass sir.”
“Do you want to know why you don’t know the others? They are dead. They are the heros of the Galactic Storm Fleet. The picture you see before you was my first real assignment. Those three in the photo were some of my closes friends. They died protecting myself and Brass. We were flanked from out positions in trying to stay low in a building.
Much like you and your squad, we needed the reinforcements badly. For every ten men out there, there was one of us against that. When they took the building over, I told Brass to run and to forget about me. I told him that if he didn’t at least make it out, then we both would be dead and the army wouldn’t even notice until later. He had ultimately left and I was then captured by the enemy. I was captured and taken to their base camp.”
Surge taking off his military jacket and revealing the ton of scars on his back.
“They kept asking me, how many soldiers were still on the planet. I told them, one thousand more than what they had. They had laughed at me and kept the torture going. A normal man would have given up the intel in order to stop the pain but I didn’t. A few hours had passed and the reinforcements had come and saved my life. Do you wanna know why they couldn’t send the reinforcements when we had asked them too before? Because they were busy providing services to others in the same situation. The reason why I’m telling you this, is because I want you to know who I was before I put this badge on as your Sargent.
When you are doing planet invasions, son, you don’t have the luxury for reinforcements sometimes. Most of the time you are lucky if they come. You would be even more lucky if they killed you rather than torture you to your death. You look at me and see a Sargent, but what I’m telling you is that I was once a soldier like you. The things that I have seen, I have learned to die a long time ago.”
The soldier was at a loss for words and didn’t even speak. He had promptly got up and left.
“I’m sorry sir, I was out of line...”
“You are dismissed.”
Surge grabbing a hold of the picture and placing it back on its rightful spot. His LT had walked in wondering what was going on.
“Is there any trouble here Surge? I got a report that a soldier was out of line?”
Surge looked to the LT, giving him his proper salute and bring his arms to his back.
“I was just telling the boy our experience back in the day Brass. You know which I’m talking about.”
A smirk had escaped his lips and he looked to the picture. Brass was taken aback and he smirked as well.
“Ah, Operation Blackout. Did you mention how you eliminated the entire camp all by yourself without the need for reinforcements?”
Surge had slightly chuckle and sat back down on his office chair as he pulled out a bottle of vodka and poured it into a shot as he drank it straight.
“A little white lie never hurt nobody. The people want freedom, but we remind them that the order comes first.”
The Lt walking over to the picture and folding his arms across his chest.
“You still drink that vodka shit? And I bet you told him that reinforcements came?”
Surge chuckled and poured another shot.
“Better than your rum. And you can’t keep the soldiers in line if you tell the truth.”
Lt Brass shook his head and headed straight to the doorframe.
“How long will you keep lying until it catches up to you?”
Brass walked away and Surge got up and looked at his back of the scars he got. The scars that he had truly received from training every day of his life to becoming strong.
wc: 1,150
“Sargent! I want a god damn reason why!”
The soldier had stepped forward, breaking the traditional protocol of a parade rest turned into a strong grapple of Surge’s collar.
“I want a fucking god damn answer as to why you didn’t send the reinforcements to back us up against the Gezmarknites invasion!”
Surge knew that this was coming and he only knew from the same experience that he was dealt with. The silence that happened right after didn’t help his case and the soldier being taken into custody by the two guards. Surge was quick to raise his arm upward towards the air and his hand in a cuff almost closed position.
“No, let him go. Take a seat private. Leave us.”
He gave a stern look to the other two soldiers that were slightly confused and they left immediately without seconding guessing it. The soldier who had just made a scene, was rather shocked at what was taking place. For sure he had thought in his mind that he was going to be disciplined for his actions with breaking protocol. Nevertheless he kept ye anger at the forefront of his mind and looked at the serious stern look that Surge gave him. He stood with a strong force and had his arms behind back.
As he made his superior demeanor noticed, he walked over to the picture on the wall from ten years back of him and his squad that had done their first mission together.
“Can I ask you something private? What made you join the force?”
The private was at a loss for words, the sudden change in topic was out of nowhere and just when he was going to say anything, Surge met his eyes with a curious stare that one would give when they wanted an answer. To further promote this, he grabbed the picture that was in a frame and placed it on his desk.
“I joined the force because my farmland was taken by the World Trade Fleet when I was only five years old. I wanted to make a difference in the galaxy so I joined the Galactic Storm Fleet...”
Surge looked at him with a stern and serious look and grabbing the picture frame and showing it to the rookie.
“Tell me something, from this picture, who do you notice?”
“I notice you and Lt Brass sir.”
“Do you want to know why you don’t know the others? They are dead. They are the heros of the Galactic Storm Fleet. The picture you see before you was my first real assignment. Those three in the photo were some of my closes friends. They died protecting myself and Brass. We were flanked from out positions in trying to stay low in a building.
Much like you and your squad, we needed the reinforcements badly. For every ten men out there, there was one of us against that. When they took the building over, I told Brass to run and to forget about me. I told him that if he didn’t at least make it out, then we both would be dead and the army wouldn’t even notice until later. He had ultimately left and I was then captured by the enemy. I was captured and taken to their base camp.”
Surge taking off his military jacket and revealing the ton of scars on his back.
“They kept asking me, how many soldiers were still on the planet. I told them, one thousand more than what they had. They had laughed at me and kept the torture going. A normal man would have given up the intel in order to stop the pain but I didn’t. A few hours had passed and the reinforcements had come and saved my life. Do you wanna know why they couldn’t send the reinforcements when we had asked them too before? Because they were busy providing services to others in the same situation. The reason why I’m telling you this, is because I want you to know who I was before I put this badge on as your Sargent.
When you are doing planet invasions, son, you don’t have the luxury for reinforcements sometimes. Most of the time you are lucky if they come. You would be even more lucky if they killed you rather than torture you to your death. You look at me and see a Sargent, but what I’m telling you is that I was once a soldier like you. The things that I have seen, I have learned to die a long time ago.”
The soldier was at a loss for words and didn’t even speak. He had promptly got up and left.
“I’m sorry sir, I was out of line...”
“You are dismissed.”
Surge grabbing a hold of the picture and placing it back on its rightful spot. His LT had walked in wondering what was going on.
“Is there any trouble here Surge? I got a report that a soldier was out of line?”
Surge looked to the LT, giving him his proper salute and bring his arms to his back.
“I was just telling the boy our experience back in the day Brass. You know which I’m talking about.”
A smirk had escaped his lips and he looked to the picture. Brass was taken aback and he smirked as well.
“Ah, Operation Blackout. Did you mention how you eliminated the entire camp all by yourself without the need for reinforcements?”
Surge had slightly chuckle and sat back down on his office chair as he pulled out a bottle of vodka and poured it into a shot as he drank it straight.
“A little white lie never hurt nobody. The people want freedom, but we remind them that the order comes first.”
The Lt walking over to the picture and folding his arms across his chest.
“You still drink that vodka shit? And I bet you told him that reinforcements came?”
Surge chuckled and poured another shot.
“Better than your rum. And you can’t keep the soldiers in line if you tell the truth.”
Lt Brass shook his head and headed straight to the doorframe.
“How long will you keep lying until it catches up to you?”
Brass walked away and Surge got up and looked at his back of the scars he got. The scars that he had truly received from training every day of his life to becoming strong.
wc: 1,150
