A Day to be Reckoned With - Part One

[Adrian Gibson]

It was just another day on Fort Leniex, the Bars were empty, the Coffee lounges were empty. People were running around mad trying to get paper work done. The Hanger Bays were completely full of Mechanics and Engineers working on peoples space crafts, trying to add modifications that would give an extra advantage over the Liberty Police and Navy when in combat when all of a sudden a message was sent via the Intercom. "Lieutenant J Ranger, Task Force War Hammer, report to Briefing room number 7 immediately. I repeat, Jonathan Ranger, report to Briefing room number 7 immediately. Out"

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Ranger takes a minute and pauses wondering what reasons he is being called to the briefing room. He thinks to himself, "What could this be? What have i done recently that could require me being briefed. I know! It must have been the other day when i took on a Navy escort pair on my own and won? It's got to be! What else could they be wanting from me? The possibilities. I could be getting some sort of an award, no, even better, i could be getting a promotion to Major! Yes, that's it! I'm getting promoted!" With his ego boosted beyond belief and a smile that said he's been awarded something far greater than anyone can give, he slowly walks towards the Briefing room looking extremely smug and happy. People stair at him, wondering what's gone on. All they get in return is a huge smile and a little nod.

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He finally reaches the Briefing room and knocks on the door. He waits patiently, but there is no answer. He waits, and waits, and waits until he slowly opens the door himself and piers around the corner. He notices that the Room is empty and he starts to worry. Ranger steps back and closes the door and makes sure that he is at the right door. The writing on the door said "Briefing Room Seven" indicating that he was at the right place. He starts to get fed up and he walks in, shutting the door behind him. By now, that smug look and smile has been wiped of his face and a face full of concern has replaced it. He takes a seat and starts to play with a pencil until the door opens. He slowly looks up, and to his astonishment some people walk in. They were not the people he was expecting. Members of the Command walked in, Fleet Admiral Michaela Sandera, also known as Executor, Fleet Commander Illaria Serbanu, Fleet Captain Andrew John and the last Fleet Captain Codenamed Astraea. Ranger stood up extremely quick and saluted them.

"At ease, Mr Ranger. We've got something extremely important to discuss" said the Fleet Admiral to Johnathan. Rangers face drops like a tonne of bricks.

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