Impie
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Excerpt:
I'm kicking back on the shuttle's roof, listening to the team's chatter and gazing out across the gorgeous Phobos landscape, or what little I can see of it over the lip of the crater. And if it's anything like the rest of the moon's surface, I can already tell I'm not missing anything. Christ, an eternity of dull gray hills, pock-marked with craters of all sizes. I had my fill of gray at Mars Base, so my eyes are screaming in boredom-induced pain. Fortunately I noticed a handful of Martian debris floating off in the distance that's far less oppressive than the ugly sky and relatively interesting to stare at while waiting for somebody to say something.
-- excerpt from audio log --
ROWLINS: Two people manning the control tower at any given time, right?
KINNEY: That what it says in the manual?
ROWLINS: I thought it was policy or something. There should be somebody here at all times, right?
MAX: I dunno. Shuttlecraft don't land more than once a month. But there should always be somebody mannin' the radio in command control, no exceptions.
MCGEE: Don't forget who's running this circus, Preacher. UAC eggheads got about as much sense—Hell, I could round up a team o' shit-flingin' chimps to call the shots here, they'd still have their act together better than these fuckin' idiots.
SARGE: Can it, McGee.
KINNEY: Hahaha! Waitaminnit, chimps? Where do Petro an' Trog enlist?
PETRO: Shut up, Kinney.
ROWLINS: How many staff members?
MCGEE: Serious. Call the zoo right now.
MAX: Three-hundred eighty employees from all Mars Base branches, divvied up between Phobos and Deimos. I'm not sure the exact number per station. A hundred ninety, two hundred…
ROWLINS: I don't suppose they would all take their lunch breaks at once?
KINNEY: Hey, I thought they was understaffed. We the cavalry, right?
BUTCH: Yeah, I thought we was backup?
MAX: God, I can't think with you assholes talkin'!
MCGEE: Max is so hot when she's angry.
KINNEY: Hahahahaha!
SARGE: Enough chatter! Barrett, sift through those desks for security cards so we don't have to hack every door in this place.
MAX: Yessir.
TRAGUE: Nobody in the bathrooms, Sarge.
SARGE: Everyone regroup. Rec room. Now. Corporal, report your status every five minutes so I know you're awake out there.
Last edited by Impie on 03-15-08 at 03:28
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