Contamination

[Komitoza]

Breaching through the atmosphere of Tangier in a small atmospheric shuttle, immediately after pushing through the higher layer of thick smoke produced by all the mining machinery stationed there, the comms sound off jagging Lars out of his absent daydreaming. "Landing pad 6 has been cleared for your ship Herr Major Denis, militia security division bunkers one to six have been notified to prepare for your coming. Ich wünsche einen guten Aufenthalt."

Surprised they haven't noticed him the moment he was in range of the planet, he was a bit disappointed with the traffic control for their sloppy work in such a high security area, but not enough to really make a remark about it. Too bothersome and energy consuming. "Anerkannt, the landing gear has been set out, ready to make my downing. Danke für die Einladung."

The shuttle had finally hit the surface, people were rushing about around it to prepare for the Majors coming, a team of two was already wheeling over some stairs for Lars to exit the ship with, but before they were even halfway there as the top had opened up Major Denis impatiently jumped out onto the surface of Tangier, leaving the two grumps pushing the staircase in a bit of confusion. This was maybe the third time in his lifetime, being on the planet. It was a rather majestic sighting especially from a ground perspective so his rashness was excusable, given that the landing area was surrounded by small hills, minor mountains and an two inactive volcanoes parallel to each-other. Facing the group that was preparing for his landing, with a lightly awkward smile he apologized. "Tut mir leid, I just couldn't wait to take in the view."

Before anyone could really say anything, his view switched upwards looking at the clouded sky of Tangier, closing his eyes moments after with a deep breath just absorbing the atmosphere of the place. Though his moment of peace would be quickly interrupted. A fairly tall (for a female) girl approached Lars, wearing a plane lab coat and a pair of glasses, her hairstyle a stereotypical nerdy bun, something you'd expect a doctor or a researcher, or anything that requires some form of intelligence to wear. Clearing her throat to get his attention she goes for a push on the shoulder to make him snap out, but noticing the patch on it she becomes hesitant and moves the hand away slowly.

"If people are going to treat me with so much caution I don't want this title anymore." Lars stated opening his eyes, exaling shortly, and turning to face the whoever-she-is. "I assume you're here to remind me about the lower level security check up?"

"Ja, Herr Director and Viking can't be everywhere at the same time, even though the heavily armed forces and the main security divisions are in check and on stand by, in case of an outbreak we need everyone to be ready, including the lower ranked security militia." Fixing her glasses straight and clearing her throat once more she locked eyes onto the Major through her blunt, disciplined expression.

"I could figure at least that much, the bunkers are stationed on level one, first floor downwards with the underground elevator? I was briefed before coming here, no need to worry about that meine Dame." She wanted to speak up as soon as he finished his sentence, but Lars assuming what was coming next, silenced her quickly as he started another one, replying to her unasked question. "Yes I do have a firearm with me for emergencies, no I don't need to loan one in case I haven't thought about it, and yes I'll keep the safety on and they'll be out of sight unless necessary." Opening up his long black coat, on the padding there were three holsters for smaller firearms and one slightly bigger than the rest, holding an extended barrel laser pistol.

Leaving her somewhat speechless, before the female could come to her senses and think of what to say Lars made his escape for the elevators, thinking to himself that it would be too much of a bother to start a battle of witty remarks with the whoever-the-hell. "I'll be off to my duties then! Später mein Dame!" The echo of the Majors rushed goodbye bounced off through the tunnel taking him downwards to the first level.

Surprisingly it took about three whole minutes for the elevator to take him down, the location was dug in deep it seems. Probably to save surface space for more important things. Exiting the elevator Lars now stood before the long hallway, each door marked with a number. "So these are the militia bunkers.. " He thought to himself, taking a look around. Even though they were the least relevant of all security, hell, most of them just miners with guns, the place was well secured and reinforced with alloyed beams and strengthened metal housing. Just in case any natural disaster hit the location. And those were pretty frequent on Tangier.

Now came a problem, how to alert them all at once? Lars thought about just shouting down the hallway for them to stand attention, or maybe visit each bunker individually. The first option, a bit too unprofessional, the second too heavy on time consumption. He needed something creative, a way to test how they'd act in an emergency, to test their readyness. After a few moments of deep thought right besides the elevator he noticed there was an emergency alarm, the good old shatter the glass and hit the red button. "Perfect!" he thought, the Major grinning as his hand went for the button glass, but just one inch before he could shatter the poor thing, an actual alarm sounded off. It was the real thing, how convenient and inconvenient at the same time. Thankfully to Lars' delight the militia rushed out of their rooms with relative speed. Geared up with some simple kevlar and EMP protective collars, their hands to their holster. The group of seemingly ready soliders froze as they saw the Major standing before the elevator. But there was no time for awkward silence, no time for paying respect to the ranking officer. "What are you all looking at? Get your guns ready and head up." The group tried their best to snap out rushing towards him. Barely hearing the beep of his comm watch, Lars noticed the emergency message which stated.. -All units to deck 13! This is not a drill!- ..as he was about to go back into the elevator.

"Deck 13, come on go, go go! Stop staring at me." Turning his back to the personnel he was supposed to only check up on, he pulled out his long barreled laser pistol, built after the technology used for the Natter fighter weapons. He had no time to meet any of the people he was now shouting orders at, but an emergency was an emergency. He'll save the introduction for later.